Anna has torn through every single soldier.

  An arrow through every single gap in every single piece of armor of every single man and every single woman on the entire field.

  Other than one man.

  And that man's name is Ferrul.

  Ferrul had lived a rather unfortunate life.

  Ferrul's mother died from complications with childbirth because of Ferrul's immense size.

  Ferrul's father gave him a name that translates into "Horrid beast" in some old, forgotten tongue.

  Ferrul's father left him a few short years after his birth, unable to keep caring for the being that killed the love of his life.

  Ferrul was outcasted for his size and rather beastly form.

  Other children would try beating or stabbing him with a wide array of different weapons or tools, though the attacks would simply bounce or slide off, leading to even the bullies leaving him eventually.

  His life would be a lonely one until he met a boy, a boy born with no Aura.

  This boy, and his brother, were born to a very noble family, a family who's reputation would be forever besmirched by just two infants.

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  The boy's name was Jonah.

  Jonah and Ferrul would go on to become amazing friends, finding company in loneliness.

  Ferrul even found hope of acceptance when a blonde-haired Knight General approached him about joining a brand new training program in the Knights.

  Ferrul would invite Jonah to also join the training program, where the two's futures would be set in motion.

  The two would make an oath, an unbreakable one.

  A promise between two best friends.

  "If you die, I will soon follow."

  The two would even come to rise to the rank of General, around the time when the blonde-haired Knight would rise to the rank of High Commander, the highest possible rank in the kingdom for anyone who isn't royalty.

  And on this day, Ferrul had to act on an assignment.

  To protect.

  And today, an arrow needed to hit a wall.

  Anna dashes around Ferrul in every direction, before b-lining to Ferrul, spear pointed directly at his chest.

  Ferrul turned the flat of his massive axe to face the spear, leading to Anna's spear sliding off, giving Ferrul an open opportunity for attack.

  Ferrul tries grabbing Anna by the arm, but she seems to know what he wants to do before even he does.

  Anna perfectly weaves around the grapple attempt, kicking the gargantuan arm out of the way.

  Anna then reaches the wall to city, bouncing off and landing on the ground.

  Ferrul, standing across from her, needs to come up with a plan.

  She was fast, and seemed to have some sort of future sight.

  So he would have to be faster, and unpredictable.

  He throws his huge axe at Anna, who smugly dodges, obviously not ready.

  Her face turned pale white when she sees a new glimpse.

  Ferrul bursts toward Anna, arms stretched wide.

  Anna throws small daggers in a fan at Ferrul.

  Each knife that hits simply cuts through his shirt, scraping across his bare skin, leaving only sparks behind.

  Ferrul, unbothered by the attack attempt, puts Anna in a fierce hold with only one arm, holding her against his chest.

  He then throws her into the city wall, a fate unstoppable by any level of future sight.

  Ferrul stands tall, victorious, until the entire atmosphere of the battlefield changes, something had just changed everything.