Chapter 1137: Kavad's Lance IV
For a short moment, silence fell upon the battlefield as the beast’s lifeblood soaked the soil of the floating island. As it became clear the creature was dead, however, Leon’s people sprang back into action.
“See to him!” Leon shouted at Anna as he pointed at Grandin. The guide looked barely conscious, the venom from the monster’s serpentine tail still evidently coursing through his veins. Once Anna acknowledged his order, Leon turned his attention to the other casualties.
Four Tempest Knights had been killed by the beast; the state of their bodies after being ravaged by its darkness tendrils made it clear that there was no possibility for survival. The MALL the creature destroyed, however, was a different story.
Fire poured from the broken machine as its magic power continued flowing into obliterated magical circuits. The war machine had been crewed by two Tempest Knights, only one of whom managed to extricate himself from the wreck, suffering only light injuries. The other remained trapped within, shouting in fear and pain as the fire slowly cooked him alive.
The remaining giant in his entourage had already started wrenching open the wreck to save its comrade when Leon shot over, his lightning magic arcing through his body, speeding him up. When he arrived, however, he switched over to fire, and seized control over the fire within the broken MALL. He channeled it out through the holes that the monster had carved in the hull, drawing it away from his trapped knight.
As the heat almost immediately died down within the cab, Leon joined his strength to the giant knight’s and easily ripped away the wreckage pinning the knight within. Having been pinned by his leg, the knight’s wounds hadn’t been apparent, but as Leon and the giant hauled his wounded follower out of the MALL, blood poured from his savaged leg.
Leon didn’t haul him far, hauling him several dozen feet away from the burning MALL and laid him on the ground. The knight, now free of the MALL, was quiet, though his face was scrunched up in obvious pain.
“Your strength does you great credit,” Leon said, and the ghost of a smile flashed across the knight’s face. Leon then turned his attention to his leg and pulled away the tattered remnants of his trousers to better look at the knight’s wounds.
In short, his leg had been torn apart, and his other leg wasn’t uninjured either, though thankfully that had ‘only’ been horribly burned, which had the side effect of sealing any other wounds he’d suffered.