He gets up with great difficulty.
His arm had been bandaged.
He takes a spear to help him walk.
He goes out and sees Artanne dozing off,
And two soldiers playing chess.
"El sheikh meth*."
* "Oh, I give up..."
* "Tell me, where did my brother go?"
* "Habib left with Laetitia and most of the army to wage war.
* Without me? But is he crazy?
* Look at your state, Ruh: you can't.
Artanne was injured in his last battle,
Even he had to rest."
The wounded man didn't listen and went to his horse.
He refused to stay here because he would lose his skin here.
If he had to let go, it would be during the battle of Archal.
His weak and pathetic body sits sadly on his mount.
A taciturn atmosphere.
He gallops.
And to keep up the pace,
He curls up almost into a ball.
Like a poor bumpkin.
Habib's sabers cut through the enemies' flesh.
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He soars through the air like a tightrope walker in love
With a will to defeat the adversary.
He lands with great grace on his brave beast.
"Not bad, my beauty," Laetitia compliments.
* "I return the compliment, my dear," the man says in a silly way.
The horsewoman had cut through the enemy ranks like no one else,
One would have thought to see a huge arrow striking with a good grip,
Any soldier who got in her way.
The duo had the effect of a drill,
Had pierced the enemy defense and routed them.
Their legs retreat and are fearful.
Is it the fear of death
That puts them so in the wrong?
The sound of the cannons,
The cannonballs exploding in waves,
The marching drums
And shouting their suburbs
The scorching sun,
The overwhelming fatigue,
The dominant Walkers;
Archal's army had been led astray.
"They are retreating! And their city is only a few kilometers away!"
They advance, while a silhouette in the sky lands.
* El sheikh meth = the king is dead an expression that will be used in chest game as "checkmate"
