"Ah, there they are. Those knights." Platinum stood on high ground, looking down below, her black bow serving as the cane she leaned upon.
Having once been a member of the Armorless Union, she knew the Silverlance Pegasi's combat strength very well. Back then, thirty Armorless Union assassins, herself included, had been suppressed by seven Silverlance Pegasi until they did not even dare resist. These knights born for war could easily crush assassins like them, who relied on dirty tricks.
So, could Lord Mag and Lord Russ defeat these Silverlance Pegasi?
Platinum was very curious about that. She thought that if only one or two knights faced Lord Mag and Lord Russ, they would surely be defeated with ease.
But what if they formed a battle formation?
Though the Silverlance Pegasi were individually formidable, what made the nations of Terra truly wary of them was their combined large-scale charges.
If the hundred Silverlance Pegasi here formed a battle formation and unleashed all those ancient Originium Arts, would they give those two old monsters a surprise?
As she pondered, three Silverlance Pegasi moved.
In their judgment, sending three men against the two of them was already an act of caution.
Two would engage them separately, while one circled at the edges in search of an opening.
When the difference in strength was not great, that extra person would have an enormous impact on the battle.
Two fists could not beat four hands. This simple truth had remained worth learning from ancient times to the present.
The speed of the two Silverlance Pegasi charging at full force surprised the Primarchs. It was not a speed mortals could possess—at most, they were only a little slower than those White Scars bastards who could run and jump.
"They still have some value," Leman Russ