1988 --- [Bonus chapter]

Joyce's expression changed as well. She was a fist expert, but without having her feet beneath her, the strength she could muster was limited.

Seeing Joyce in trouble, Franco had long since moved. Just when it seemed her head would be pierced through, he had jumped from the back of his beast onto hers, reaching out to grab the rope dart out of the air.

Hulot sneered, her usually pretty features looking quite sinister at the moment. Trying to grab her weapon? Did he have a death wish?

Franco's body shuddered as he made contact, his entire arm going numb. He was blown backward, his body landing amidst their running beasts and rolling onto the ground.

"Franco!"

Joyce leapt down without hesitation.

Suddenly, it wasn't just Noah who was caught in a no man's land. Joyce, Karolus and Franco had all been knocked from their beasts, stuck in the midst of two charging armies.