Lucas held his breath.
The Baroness had already broken through first.
Her horse charged forward like a living projectile, the distance erased without hesitation. Every swing of her lance wasn't just an attack—it was path-clearing. The bandits in her way were blown aside, their formation shattered in a single straight line.
And at the very same time—
CRIMSON—!!
A red arrow streaked in from the rear.
Lucas saw the pattern now.
Every time the Baroness pushed too deep, every time a blind spot opened—
the Baron sealed it instantly.
One arrow.
One threat erased.
Never late.
Never excessive.
Lucas swallowed.
"…What the hell is this?"
His eyes moved rapidly, tracking the rhythm of the battle.
The Baroness was a pure fighter—breaking through, crushing forward, forcing the enemy to react.
The Baron was long-range support—controlling the field, locking down movement, erasing threats before they could even form.
Not coincidence.
Not improvisation.
This was… synchronization.
