[It's already the limit...]
Batty Arthur pressed close to his horse's back, dodging a stray arrow in what could only be described as a clumsy manner. He looked at the distant silhouette of the main formation of the Holy Spear Knight Academy, which seemed to be getting further away, and sighed deeply.
The comrades around him were already trying their hardest. In order to maximize speed, everyone was even taking great risks, infusing their battle energy into the warhorses in the middle of the synchronized charge, just to successfully threaten the distant Diesel Light Cavalry.
Indeed, it was just a threat. After about two minutes of this pursuit, even if no one said it aloud, everyone had stopped believing they could deliver any fatal blow to those almost unbelievably agile enemies. The only reason they were still gritting their teeth and persisting was that Batty, the absolute core of the team, had not issued a new order.
If this continues, we will lose.
