A female wyvern rider had arrived to help the charge, and almost everybody else in the squad had decided to go help the woman in need. Perfect.
Tybalt was also helping strategize to lead the charge. Joan certainly wasn't a war tactician, but Tybalt's strategy sounded solid and without any real fault. Hyakuya's orders were to infiltrate their ranks and disrupt them from the inside, and Pauline was going to help him.
The black haired woman turned to both of them and tried to encourage them a bit for their incoming mission.
"I wish you the best of luck, lord Hyakuya, Pauline!" She said with a smile.
"B-But what can I do, sire Tybalt? I've no means to attack, and-!" Of course, her protests came a second too late.
The mercenaries were already surrounding them. Well, this would certainly get ugly.
An axe fighter approached Joan, licking his lips and thinking of just how many things he could do with a girl like Joan in his grasp.
"Kya!" Joan let out, as she swung her staff to hit the man's head. It was simply stopped with a single hand.
"N-No, let it go! S-Someone, help me!" she asked for help.
Well, that was odd. Despite not being able to attack, people always seemed to aim to kill the healers. Perhaps because they kept the others alive.
Her pleas for help were answered by her ever fateful companion, though.
A hellish, nightmarish neigh echoed through the mountains as the stallion from hell stood up on its hind legs, making Joan hold for dear life on the reins, and then brought its whole weight down on the axe fighter.
It then brought its leg up and down again on the bandit's head. It was not with its whole weight, as it wished not to show Joan something overly gruesome, but it was enough to at least break the man's skull.
"T-Thanks, Merin. I can always count on you, huh?" She brushed the horse's hair.
"FUCKING IDIOTS!" A voice thundered across the battlefield.
A
man, clad in mercenary armor, stepped out into the battlefield, wielding a silver sword and with a nasty glare in his face.
"What are we here for, men?!" Every mercenary stopped in his tracks when their leader appeared and rallied them to battle.
"We are here to make easy money! These idiots from the king's castle think that their fancy manners and expensive shit makes them better than us! Let me remind you of something! THEY ARE NOT! Let's show these idiots what real MEN are made of!" He lifted his swordhand to the sky, letting out a warcry that all of his men followed.
"Know this now, knighting idiots! Muroo was your demise!" He pointed his sword at Tybalt. He was the head of them. Cut the head of the snake and the body is an easy matter.
The mercenaries started fighting back with renewed spirit, except for one or two who were kind of scared by the appearance of their boss. He was no stranger to kidnapping women either, but he certainly liked to have the first go at it when they did.