But the lightning in Jeanne's hand continued, once again striking the phalanx of soldiers. Sparks flashed, and three more White Maple Infantry fell.
"We've already called for surrender," a mercenary shouted indignantly.
"You surrender, doesn't mean I agree."
Under the protection of a full four companies of Child Soldiers, a youth emerged from the crowd and slowly pulled down his hood.
"You killed eight of my men, I will kill eight of yours. That's fairness."
Hakuto glanced in that direction and saw a young man dressed in a Pope's robe that had been altered into a sleeve-tight outfit. Seeing Hakuto looking at him, he fiercely stamped the staff in his hand on the ground.
The cruciform ornament immediately fell off the staff.
The youth casually squatted down, picked up the ornament, and plugged it back onto the long staff in his hand.
"Put your weapons on the ground; you can keep your private property, but the weapons and armor must remain."
