Lungmen's Berserk Squad Leader truly lived up to her name.
Fiammetta was a little dumbfounded, but her wealth of experience did not leave her frozen. Instead, she seized that fleeting opportunity and fired an arrow in the direction Ch'en had fallen. She caught the sound of ragged breathing and prepared to pull Ch'en away from the battlefield, never expecting things to take such a turn.
Ch'en sheathed her sword.
Silently, she caught the arrow in one hand and tossed it aside before leaping out of the crater. She did not seem injured at all. A dragon's physique truly was remarkable.
"Archer, attack!"
Ch'en said indignantly, "Don't just hover at the edge. Charge in and take it down! The more you retreat, the more it presses forward!"
What an impossible commander.
Making someone on the high ground charge in head-on—only a hot-blooded Ch'en could come up with that. Even the usual Ch'en would never do something like that. Was this something a normal person could even imagine?
"Charge!"
"Charge, charge, charge!"
Fiammetta did not charge, but Hephaestus did. The massive machine spun like a top, while Texas frowned at the side and raised her light sword high.
"Sword Rain!"
It fell like a shower of stars.
If Exusiai's berserk mode was a reverse meteor stream soaring from earth to sky, then Texas's attack was more conventional: a meteor shower descending from the heavens.
Hephaestus's spinning motion stiffened for an instant.
This was the opportunity.
Fiammetta calmly drew her bow. Her hands danced nimbly as though playing the piano, her movements astonishingly swift and leaving behind a wavering afterimage. Even without looking at anything else, simply watching her movements made it feel as if a violent gust were blowing straight at them.
Triple Strike.
The arrows became three streaks of light, arriving