The Neverk knights, led by three prominent figures, were rapidly closing in on General Mort's n from the left flank. Vlad, the leader of the group, rode at the front of the pack with an imposing presence.
He was a towering figure with broad shoulders and a rugged, weather-beaten face. His cold, piercing gaze betrayed a ruthless determination to win at any cost.
Behind him were Commander Slevin and Captain Veronica, both of whom exuded an air of authority and confidence. Slevin was a skilled tactician, with a keen mind for strategy and a cool, analytical approach to battle. Veronica, on the other hand, was a fierce warrior with lightning-fast reflexes and a deadly precision in combat.
As Vlad rode on his horse, his eyes darted over to the center of the battlefield. From there, he could see that Fiona's forces had outnumbered Sato's n. Despite the overwhelming odds, Sato's troops were holding their ground, fighting with a tenacity that surprised Vlad.
"Wow, they have Lord Sato outnumbered." Veronica muttered.
"Focus on the task at hand, Captain Veronica," Vlad called back, his voice firm and commanding. "We cannot let our guard down, not even for a mont."
Veronica nodded in understanding, her hair whipping in the wind as she spurred her horse forward. "Understood, Duke Vlad," she replied. "Our target is right in front of us."
Vlad and his companions charged forward, their weapons glinting in the sunlight. They were determined to take out General Mort's troops, and they were willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goal.
Slevin, who had been observing the enemy forces closely, quickly realized that General Mort's troops had spotted them. He noticed that Mort's forces had split into three groups, each taking a different route.
"Looks like they've seen us coming," Slevin reported to Vlad, his voice tinged with concern.
Vlad took a deep breath and surveyed the battlefield. He could see that two of the split teams were attempting to corner their forces, while the remaining group continued their advance towards the rocky path that led to the forest.
Vlad's keen observation had quickly picked up on the enemy's tactics. He knew they were trying to confuse them and break their formation. But Vlad was a seasoned commander and knew how to counter such tactics.
"They're trying to confuse us," Vlad declared, his eyes scanning the skies as he noticed Sato hovering above them. Despite the chaos around him, the sight of Sato filled him with a sense of satisfaction.
Drawing his sword, Vlad quickly issued orders to his companions. "We need to split into three groups. Veronica, take the right flank. I'll lead the charge on the left. Slevin, your job is to stop those demons from entering the forest."
Without hesitation, Slevin broke off from the main formation and charged straight towards the demons, his sword glinting in the sun. Vlad and Veronica followed suit, each taking their respective flanks.
As they charged forward, their determination and bravery inspired their troops to follow suit. They knew that the fate of the battle rested on their shoulders, and they were ready to give it their all.
Sato responded, scanning the whole battlefield while levitating in the sky. "Yes, I noticed," he said calmly.
"Aril, give a bird's-eye view of the battlefield," Sato interrupted, cutting off her warning.
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