Conquerors Will 

Lepic swept away the cloth that concealed the exit in the carriage, "We're fighting, jump out with me" He pointed towards Airus "get him to put up a barrier as soon as we are out". He leapt out the carriage still moving, his boots burrowing into the coarse dirt as his body came to a still. Jahad dashed out to follow, ordering Gladius and Airus to do the same. Airus erected a wind barrier, enough to cover the group, the carriage screeched as it came halting down to a stop. Arrows cascaded down from the treetops, and all the carriages came to an abrupt halt. The protective barrier of Airus ensured their safety, as the arrows plummeted to the ground without causing any harm. The forest echoed with the sound of the arrows striking the earth, creating a surreal atmosphere where danger was a mere whisper, and the group remained unsafe. Lepics hand snaked out of his pocket at a frightening speed, a dagger shot out striking a man to the side who tried creeping up on the group. All the denizens of the carriages jumped out, armed to the teeth, groups of different attire in each carriage. Lepic whispered "don't kill anyone from the carriages, they are to protect the merchandise too" Jahad responded with a tut "I'm not an idiot".

Another barrage of arrows shot, but once the onslaught stopped a man from the front carriage dashed forward. He donned gleaming metallic knight armor, leaving his head unprotected by a helmet. The knight's armor was a striking suit of polished metal, reflecting the light with a brilliant sheen. It featured intricate engravings that depicted fierce battles. The breastplate was robust, designed to protect the torso while allowing for ease of movement. His gauntlets were sturdy yet flexible, providing both defense and dexterity for wielding his weapon. Metal greaves encased his legs. In his hand, he wielded a formidable claymore, its blade long and broad, tapering to a sharp point. Jahad could feel power emanating from him. Before the knight reached the trees, he swept his claymore with ferocity, four trees seemed to stand still before flying into the enemies direction, he had cut them and the trees down. "Holy shit" was all that could escape Jahads mouth. The carriage to Lepic and Jahads side also housed a formidable ally, A man clad in a black leather trench coat, the sleeves artfully severed to reveal his rippling muscles, stood confidently. His gauntlets, which served as his primary weapon, were crafted from thick, durable leather and reinforced with metal plating. Each knuckle was adorned with sharp spikes, ready to deliver devastating blows in combat. To his side, a spearmen adorning the same outfit. He wielded a striking Spartan-like spear, its shaft long and sturdy, made from a dark, resilient wood that hinted at its strength. The spearhead was broad and fierce, forged from gleaming bronze, catching the light with a menacing glint. Decorative etchings spiraled down the length of the spear. Both men ran towards the trees to face the attackers.

"Guess we're on the offensive" Lepic said whilst his dagger took down another foe. The scene unfolded with a flurry of action as several men charged at Jahad. One of them swung his sword, but Jahad expertly parried the strike using Gladius before delivering a brutal palm strike to the attacker's nose, shattering it. As another adversary attempted to capitalize on the moment, a concentrated blast of wind erupted from Airus, knocking the man back and winding him. Without hesitation, Jahad turned his attention back to the first attacker, ordering Gladius to strike. It was a fierce slash that cleaved the man in two, blood spraying in a gruesome arc. 

Jahad then commanded Airus to unleash a powerful gust of wind, directing it towards the group of men nearby. The blood splattered onto their faces, obscuring their vision and creating chaos in their ranks. A sorcerer from a distance unleashed a feeble string of fire, but Airus swiftly redirected it towards the group, using wind magic to increase its output, igniting their faces in a flash of flames. One of the men, overwhelmed by the pain, dropped a dull-looking sword, and Jahad seized the moment. He slid beneath their legs, moving like a shadow, and from behind, he expertly sliced through their tendons. The attack caused the men to topple backward, screams of agony piercing the air. The sounds of clashing swords and the chaos of battle reverberated through the whispering pines, creating a symphony of conflict that echoed the ferocity of the fight. Jahad's skill and agility were unmatched. The enemies seemed stronger but Jahads power seemed to be increasing with the pressure and threat of death. He felt at his element.

Jahad quickly dashed backward as a more formidable opponent charged at him—a fire knight wielding a blazing hot axe. The knight swung his weapon, sending an arc of fire rippling toward Jahad. In a moment of urgency, Jahad commanded Airus to redirect the attack, but the magical circles crumbled under the sheer force of the strike. Just in the nick of time, Airus managed to erect a barrier, but the fiery slash obliterated it, flickering out in a flash alongside the barrier's destruction. The intensity of the battle escalated, and Jahad knew his quick wits would be the only thing to keep him alive. Lepic was still within eyeshot, engaged in a fierce clash with beings far more powerful than those Jahad was facing, and there were multiple foes surrounding him. The fire knight charged forward toward Jahad like a bull lunging at a red flag, showing no concern for defense. 

Gladius darted in from the side, attempting to rugby tackle the knight. However, the knight's feet dug into the ground, allowing him to resist the force and push Gladius back several meters before finally stopping. With a swift motion, he lifted Gladius as if he were a mere child and hurled him into a nearby tree, the impact splitting the tree in two with a resounding crack. The battle was escalating, and Jahad knew he had to find a way to turn the tide. Another fiery arc hurled towards Jahad, missing him as he sidestepped. Airus wouldn't be able to generate a barrier, once a sorcerer's barrier was broken there was a decent downtime till the next could be generated, the higher level the sorcerer, the quicker this downtime would be as well as the stronger the barrier. Unfortunately for Jahad, he had a pretty weak sorcerer compared to the foe at hand. The Knight and Jahad played a game of cat and mouse as Jahad bided for time, each slash he dodged expertly, darting erratically. Gladius was recovering, Airus was pretty much useless in this matchup, Jahad thought to himself.

The knight closed in, swinging his axe wide. Jahad expertly jumped over the deadly slash, using the momentum to deliver a flying knee strike that smashed into the knight's right eye. The knight swore angrily, stumbling back a few paces as he shook his head, trying to regain his composure. His eye was now bloodshot from the impact, a clear sign that Jahad's strike had landed with significant force. The battle was intensifying, and Jahad felt the adrenaline coursing through him as he prepared for the knight's next move. Gladius, now fully recovered, smashed into the knights side again, this time unexpecting the sudden force, the two went sprawling to the sides. Jahad leapt towards the knight, Asper Shah. The knight's angry face flickered but returned to rage, the black wisps dissipated, unable to take over the man's soul. Jahad jumped backwards swearing inwardly, the man wasn't terrified enough for him to take his soul. Jahad had to bring him to the cusp of death to take his soul, but it was too dangerous to try. He had to kill him.

The knight clashed with Gladius, both warriors swinging their weapons ferociously. Each attack grew faster, the glint of fire and steel shimmering in the chaos. However, the knight was quicker. In a split second, he parried Gladius's sword down and stabbed downward toward his foot. Before Gladius could react, the knight brought the pommel of his weapon upwards, smashing it into Gladius's chin. His head snapped back, exposing his neck. Just as the knight prepared to deliver a fatal blow, a sword pierced through his abdomen. Confused, he looked down, coughing up blood. His gaze shifted to Jahad, realizing he hadn't been the one to strike. Then, he turned to Airus, who had summoned wind magic to propel a sword from behind him, the hilt digging painfully into the knight's back. He glanced back at Jahad but he was no longer there. The knight's eyes widened, Jahad felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins, black wisps dug into Jahads own skin as he swung his sword. The sword was dull, the knight reinforced his skin with fiery mana but even then it was still not enough to defend from Jahads ferocity. The knight's head flew a few meters before it came tumbling down, his eyes still wide from what had occurred.

Damn, he would have been nice to conquer, Jahad thought to himself. Oh well nothing he could do about it now. "You did a number on him" Lepic whistled, cutting through Jahads thoughts. He looked towards him, ash on his bloodied clothes, he seemed uninjured apart from a few cuts and bruises. He swept blonde strands from his eyes before speaking. "Most of them did a runner, this waves done for now, the other men carried their weight". "Let's get back to the carriage". The two trailed back to their carriage, relieved to see that the driver was unscathed, as were the animals. However, the carriage itself had definitely seen better days. Arrows were stuck out of the side, the clothes inside were shredded, and the wheels jutted out at awkward angles. It served as a reminder of the fierce battle. Lepic looked at the driver, he pulled his stopwatch out before speaking "usable?". The carrier nodded. The two entered the back of the tattered carriage.