"My king, I'll handle Llywelyn. Keep Liens occupied for now."
"No problem. Leave Liens to me."
Artoria agreed without hesitation.
During their preparations, Sovell had seen Liens's younger kinsman pull a halberd from behind his back. Though its spearhead and axe blade were forged from gold, they glittered coldly. One glance was enough to tell him it would be trouble.
Liens, the elder of the two, had merely drawn the sword at his waist.
He looked somewhat less imposing, but he was still a descendant of Hercules. Even the barest flicker of thought made it obvious he could not be that simple.
As for Joras...
"Gawain, you'll face Joras. Don't try to finish it quickly. You'll learn a great deal from fighting him."
"Yes. Understood."
By now, Gawain could be called the strongest person in Caerleon after Merlin and Sovell. He was even a shade stronger than Artoria, the foremost knight of the Round Table.
But he depended too heavily on his physical abilities and blessing, leaving his swordsmanship prone to brute force over finesse. Like Sovell's spearmanship, it was outstanding, but not truly masterful.
Pitting Gawain against a master swordsman like Joras would let him hone his swordsmanship in actual combat and open the way for further growth.
The instant the two ceremonial swords collided, several overlapping booms rang out, and all six figures charged forward.
Both sides adopted the same formation: one person in front, two behind.
The difference was that Sovell led Artoria's side from the center, while Liens himself took the lead for his trio.
Clearly, this was part of Sovell's plan.
"Swift!"
The brief incantation slipped from his lips. A green glow enveloped Sovell, and he instantly pulled ahead of his two companions. White dragon scales flashed across his body, and with an immensely powerful