A flock of crows was enough!
With that, Crow picked a spot and leaned against it.
He quietly watched the soldiers battle the flock.
Now and then, he glanced toward the other battlefields.
There was hardly anything left for him to do here.
Looking at Lindbergh on the other side, Crow said softly, "That guy just refuses to bring out what he's been saving!"
"How long does he plan to keep it hidden?"
On Lindbergh's battlefield, more than a hundred nearby soldiers were closing in on him.
Lindbergh used his speed to dodge their attacks.
"Freezing Gun!"
Freezing Gun in hand, Lindbergh fired whenever he found an opening.
Each shot took five or six soldiers out of the fight.
Even so, his attacks were coming rather slowly.
But Lindbergh showed no sign of using anything else.
He seemed intent on relying on Freezing Gun alone.
The Division Commanders who noticed him couldn't understand it.
They all knew Lindbergh had all sorts of powerful equipment.
But if he refused to use it, what could they do?
Burgess casually punched two soldiers away and laughed. "Lindbergh really went through with it!"
"Impressive!"
Before the battle began, Burgess and Lindbergh had talked it over.
Lindbergh had told Burgess that he wanted to fight like him.
He wanted to change up his fighting style here.
Lindbergh felt he had always relied too much on his various weapons.
Now that he finally had the chance, he wanted to try something different!
Facing hundreds of attackers with only the relatively inefficient Freezing Gun was a new and more thrilling experience for Lindbergh.
On the battlefield, Lindbergh wore a broad grin.
As he darted about, he laughed and said, "This is a real thrill!"
"No wonder Burgess chooses to fight hand-to-hand every time."
"This kind of danger