Reinhard blinked at the ear-splitting sound. As he turned, he first saw Joseph's expression shift instantly, with his eyes widening. Then he felt Joseph tapping into the Herald Mark, which shined around his neck.
Drasil Step.
Joseph simply blurred into motion impossibly fast.
Reinhard watched as Arondight appeared in Joseph's hands, the grey lance moving in arcs too rapid to track. He slashed through incoming tree trunks that were being hurled by the new wind blast. Punctured through massive roots that would have crushed them. Swept aside branches with killing edges where they'd been torn from parent trees.
Dozens of obstacles were eliminated in the space of a second. Joseph's lance never stopped moving, creating a protective sphere around them. Reinhard could only blink once more before he felt Joseph standing behind them.
