Gather before me, shining surge!
Falvarna!
I see, so I cannot proceed one step further, then?
Is this wall of light of the magic variety?
And what if it is?
Interesting.
However, there is nothing that can stop me and Durandal.
Legions of voices, multitudes of dreams
Step over them all
Tailwinds, blow hard against our backs
"Lord Marksman and Vanadis"
Up in the skies, stars
Down on the ground, the remains of dreams
Grinding footsteps and the soul's chagrin
are the only route there is to glory
Wind, O wind, whip our hearts aflame
Blazing torches raised to skies that herald victory
What could possibly be gained
by stopping our march?
It is only in our surviving
that we can show we are right
Legions of troops, multitudes of convictions,
onto the swirling battlefield
Until the farthest reaches of the skies are calm,
turn your wailing and anger to strength,
and become a silver flash of wind
That man is dangerous?
I think that's about long enough.
Mirashiem!
Buying time for your friends?
Tigre, stay with me. It's not much longer.
We're almost there.
Captain Roland!
Soldiers have appeared to the rear to ambush us!
How many?
About 300!
I am Mashas Rodant!
I'm here to assist Sir Tigrevurmud Vorn!
Abandon pursuit! Concentrate on reforming our ranks!
Yes, sir!
So then, I cannot get an audience with His Majesty?
Sir Roland, His Majesty is ill. Please understand.
It's hard on us, too.
In order to soothe His Majesty's heart,
we would like you to eradicate Count Vorn
and the army from Zhcted that now overrun Brune.
We will take care of Sachstein and Asvarre,
who are currently threatening our borders.
Put down this insurgency without delay.
I do not trust them. I must finish this with all due haste,
and go to see His Majesty.
Thank you, Sir Mashas. Because of you, the enemy has given up pursuit.
Never mind me, how is Tigre doing?
It's serious. His fever won't break, either.
Lord Tigre...
Pardon my abruptness, Mashas,
but tell us what happened at the capital.
I did not get an audience with the king, and as a last resort,
I barged my way into the palace.
Duke Thenardier and Duke Ganelon have all but appropriated the palace,
and it was a terrible sight.
I bring you in not as the prime minister, but as a friend.
Badouin,
are you saying you'll take me to His Majesty's private chamber?
I must ask that you not reveal what you are about to hear to others.
What on earth is that sound?
His Majesty is playing with building blocks.
Building blocks?
How pitiful. The grief of losing the prince?
Only a handful of people,
starting with Badouin, know about His Majesty.
However, Ganelon and Thenardier are probably aware.
And whatever the circumstances may be, Tigre needs a very good reason,
a just cause, for bringing in foreign soldiers.
That's what Badouin said.
So if there is no treacherous intent,
he may gain His Majesty's forgiveness.
I don't suppose there's any way he could receive such a statement.
Which is exactly why Roland is acting to strike against him without just cause.
Thenardier and Ganelon put him up to it.
By the way, Sir Mashas, what led you to meet up with Sofy?
Oh my, I still haven't gotten to the part about Lady Sofya.
Yes, I got into battle moments after arriving here.
There are also things I should mention, and things I shouldn't.
Hmm... Having left Badouin, I was on my way back.
Sure enough, I was set upon by assassins.
Oh, dear.
Thenardier's men? Or were they Ganelon's?
Which one indeed?
In any case, the one who rescued me from my peril was Lady Sofya here.
Yeah, he's all right. Don't worry.
Who were those men?
Some soldiers who were concerned about the young lord
were asking after him.
Soldiers from Alsace?
No, they were men that Viscount Augre brought with him.
Apparently, one of them heard that the enemy's leader
had landed a blow against the young lord.
I see.
May I have a moment?
Could you let me have a minute alone with Tigre?
I just have something I want to tell him.
Very well.
Um, if anything happens, please call me at once. I'll be outside.
All right.
I'm sure the young lord favors you, Titta.
Tigre...
...you're asleep, so you probably can't hear me,
so just hear the sound of my heart through the back of your hand.
Hear this sound, realize that you are still alive,
and know my feelings.
I will take charge of your soldiers.
I will defend those that you wish to defend. You...
...belong to me, after all.
The wind is picking up, huh? I wonder if it's going to rain.
It sure looks like it.
Are you planning to use your dragon art against a mortal human?
I am.
I'll give you a hand with that.
Sofy! You're here as an envoy! You can't do that, can you?
You have made me that determined.
My interest in Sir Tigrevurmud has been sparked quite deeply.
Hey, now...
You can't have him. He's mine.
No, although he has territory near the border,
apparently, there had been no association with Zhcted up to then.
I doubt such a man would suddenly develop any ambitions.
About that--
I heard that Duke Thenardier has dispatched a force to Alsace
in Count Vorn's absence.
Are you sure about that?
I heard it from several sources.
What do we do, Roland?
We proceed as planned.
Are you sure about that?
There is a Zhcted army within our borders.
For me, that's enough.
Titta...
Oh, right.
I got slashed.
How can I fight? How can I protect them?
Lord... Tigre...?
Young Lord...
Are you all right?
Sorry, Titta.
I told you, didn't I? I will stay with you, Lord Tigre.
Black Bow, where are you planning to take me?
Fogbound (fog-bound) Shrouded within fog. Also, a metaphor for being in a situation with no prospects in sight, and without any leads. -> Which path should Tigre choose?
Brune's royal prime minister. Friend of Mashas. Also poised to be in a three-way standoff with Ganelon and Thenardier over the treatment of Tigre and Alsace.
Leaving their wounded on the other side of the river,
the Silver Meteor Storm cross over,
and take up a position facing south during the night.
Facing them, the Order of Navarre assume a crescent formation.
The first squad will chip away at the enemy's advance guard,
while the second squad will charge their flank.
The third squad will swing around wide
and hit the enemy from the rear when they move to pursue.
Multiple attacks with adaptive teamwork--
by repeating these strikes, the enemy is annihilated.
Such is the foolproof winning strategy of Brune's knightly order.
First squad, charge!
What is this?
It's probably Tír na Fa.
The goddess who presides over night, darkness, and death.
Darkness and death...
Are you Tír na Fa? Are you the one that has called me here?
I have not called you.
You have come because you want power. Isn't that right?
That is what you asked for, isn't it?
While you are here like this, your friends and allies fight, and die.
I see. Then you don't want it.
If I say I want it, will you tell me anything?
Hmm, so you do want it.
Fine. I will give you power.
If you show me your resolve, that is.
My resolve?
Shoot this girl.
What?
Let me see what your feelings are.
Then, if your bow acknowledges you, I will give you power.
And if I don't shoot Titta, what happens to her?
Will you return her to me?
That's a good question. This girl is precious to you, isn't she?
Very well. I will show you what my feelings are!
Hmm? I more or less know what you're about to do.
However, are you sure you want to do it?
If you misjudge your power even a little bit,
she will be blown to little pieces.
Shut up! Keep quiet!
More... More...
Titta, I'm going to shoot you. But I swear, I will not let you die!
You made it so the power in the arrow
broke up before it hit the girl.
You may be immature in all other areas,
but where your feelings are concerned, you just barely pass.
I was... I was...
You're all right now.
You're all right.
I look forward to the day
when you make the power I've given you your own.
My own...
Shoot them!
The Silver Meteor Storm had stacked sandbags,
diverting the swollen river's waters
onto the plain that was the battlefield.
The overflowing water will turn the battlefield into a mire
We'll draw them in, and hit them.
Whew... It appears to have been more-or-less successful.
Hmph, trying to pull me away from the main force, are you?
That will be fine.
Verni!
Another unnatural technique?!
A technique like that won't work against me and Durandal!
Shining spray, run before me!
Mutirascu!
Mow down, air and all!
Ley Admos!
Did you kill him?
I don't know.
I am a knight!
He cut himself free!
You possess a fearsome power.
No, even more than that, your resolve is impressive.
However, you cannot beat me!
He can hit me from that distance?
Tigre...
Lady war maidens, I would like a moment.
Count Vorn, I have heard that the reason you invited the Zhcted army...
...into my land is to defend your territory of Alsace.
Is this true?
It is. They are hired by me, and fight for the peace of Alsace.
Our objective is Duke Thenardier. Once we defeat him,
make him pay for his crimes, and receive the reward that is due us,
we will return to our land.
Even better, why don't you fight alongside us?
I cannot accept your offer. We are His Royal Majesty's knights.
I cannot turn a blind eye to insurgents such as yourself!
I will respond with my full might.
Roland is using both hands? Tigre...
Tigre, are you...!?
This is bad... My wound is...
Don't you try to die by yourself. You belong to me.
I will prevail against you!
Bring it on!
To protect my people!
I am the knight in possession of His Majesty's prize sword, Roland!
Who is it that is willing to give his life to protect his people?
Tigrevurmud Vorn is a traitor.
But who is it that induced him to become one?
I am in possession of His Majesty's prize sword.
I have received it to protect the people.
To protect!
He's standing. He took that arrow head-on, and he's still standing!
I am beaten.
I can't... raise my arms...
I was unable to shake my doubts right up to the end.
I cannot win as I now am.
I surrender.
Tigre!
The Order of Navarre lost nearly half of their soldiers,
and with Roland's surrender, the fight drew to a close.
The Silver Meteor Storm will now finally set out
to settle matters with Thenardier.
"Episode 7: To Protect"
Far away, you dwell upon
memories burning bright in your heart
as though to drive away
unforeseen dark omens
While bending back the power
flooding to your fingertips
trace the arc that takes aim at the target
Keep going forth unceasingly
All you have to do is face it down
Even if you cannot win, you can undermine
This arrow will not miss
O pulsing wind and bow of black,
strike through even destiny