The Fujimori lines staggered. Shouts of pain rose from their elites, most of whom managed to only wince and look at the ground in confusion instead of grabbing their privates, such was their fabled discipline and dedication to their cause.
But the shock of the pressurized water spears launching from the ground and hitting their leaders was more than enough for confusion to spread among all.
Captain Rynne did not hesitate, not even for a single second. The experienced woman saw the momentary break and drove straight into it, ready to exploit any and all opportunity she could get her hands on.
"Forward! With me!" she roared so strongly that her voice carried above the clash of steel. Her spear gleamed silver in her grip, thrusting and sweeping with precision that tore through armor and flesh alike. Each motion was clean, decisive, practiced from a lifetime on the battlefield. She cut down samurai in droves.
