"Leave? What nonsense!" Heidrich roared. He was seething with rage at this intrusion. "You must remember me, but do you think you could defeat me as a normal human?"
In the next instant, Heidrich changed positions, looking like a bird folding his wings. The soldier fixed his gaze and then accelerated across the snow at an unbelievable speed.
"Can you keep up with me, Sword Dancer?!"
Heidrich swung his swords. His movements were lightning-quick. However skilled the soldier, it would have taken perfect timing to counter the two swords coming from the left and right.
"You are indeed fast. But that's all." Hugue grimaced a little as he faced the challenge. He gently moved the rod in his hand and split it into two parts. The rod was in fact a sword in its sheath. Hugue slipped out a thin metal blade. "Speed alone is not enough to defeat me."
"What?!" Heidrich exclaimed in surprise. In a flash of blue and white light, his two beloved swords were shattered into hundreds of pieces, sparkling as they fell." Ho-how...?!"
A tuned soldier could pluck a hummingbird out of the air. But a regular person wouldn't see a thing.
"Fire! Kill him!" Heidrich screamed. The soldiers shot at Hugue, buying Heidrich some time to put some distance between the two of them. But it wasn't enough, as Hugue ran around him.
"Those who live by the sword..."
The jumping power of a tuned soldier was enough to rival that of a vampire. It was not possible for a flesh-and-blood human to keep up. With the calm voice like that of a god of death, Hugue pulled himself close to the face of the terrified Heidrich and whispered: "Will die by the sword, Amen."
There was a flash of blue lightning, and what remained of his swords danced up into the sky... along with the severed head of Heidrich.
The scream and gush of fresh blood seemed to come a moment too late.
"He-Heidrich?!"
The soldiers gasped in shock at the sight of their commander's destruction. In the next moment, their shock turned to horror. "Bring it on!"
Discarding Heidrich where he'd fallen, Hugue ran at the lines of soldiers. Left and right, there was a flash of light, a red cloud, and the sounds of screaming.
"Fire! Get some distance and shoot him!" The officers tried to call out their orders, but their voices couldn't get through. The murderous light danced through the ranks. It seemed to play with the fleeing soldiers as it ran through their lines, leaving behind only corpses.
"Get the mechanical soldier! We can use him as a hostage!" one officer screamed, suddenly remembering the existence of the precious hostage they had managed to capture. They could use him as a shield!
"Where is he?! Bring him here!"
However, the only reply that he got was a mocking voice: "I don't think they're going to listen." From the driver's seat of one of the vehicles, a large soldier looked down. His lips were twisted into a strange expression, and sunglasses covered his eyes. The soldier laughed. "But we could be friends... get together..."
The laughing man next to him was none other than the mechanical soldier! When he realized it, it was too late. Leon pushed the switch that was clutched in his hand.
In the next instant, there was a brilliant white light. While they had been occupied by Sword Dancer, Leon had taken the gunpowder and covered a stolen vehicle with it. He had mixed aluminum and magnesium and ammonia in with the gunpowder. It had the effect of creating a blinding white light and a cloud of tear gas. All the soldiers in the vicinity sucked it in.
The soldiers temporarily lost their sight and coughed and spluttered in the gas. Leon took the chance to call to his friend. "Done! Get in, Samurai!"
He slammed his foot down on the acceleration. The diesel engine roared.
"There's no point staying here!" Leon yelled. Hugue nodded and deftly jumped onto the roof of the vehicle. He looked searchingly up into the clouds. "Quickly, Father Garcia. They're coming!" The heavens opened.
Hugue had been right. From the gap in the clouds came hundreds of black balls that fell down to the ground.
The soldiers were distracted and looked up to see what was going on. They didn't even have time to scream before they were obliterated in a cloud of blood. The Vulcan cannon was originally intended for anti-vehicle use. Its power was large enough to turn several dozens of humans into flying chunks of meat in one shot.
"Pretty good, Samurai! Let's go!" Leon yelled.
The vehicle accelerated quickly. A few unfortunate soldiers who found themselves in its path were hurled over the hood. The car set a course for the summit of the mountain.
The swordsman clung to the hood as the car threw him from side to side. He looked up into the sky. The cannons didn't cease. Every so often, one would hit close, by but they did not turn Hugue's gaze. He was staring intently at the three huge shadows that had appeared from out of the cloud cover. Three huge warships were descending, all with the motto "Vineam Domini" emblazoned along the side.