The tide of the battle had turned into a slaughter.
But Reinhard, through the Fenrir-enhanced perception of his blazing gold eyes. He saw not just individual movements, but the patterns of Honor movement. His three diamond pupils dilated and contracted, processing the data of their repeated failures.
Honor's power of burning his soul dramatically increased his power and strength, but it also left him in an almost berserker-like state. This made it easier to land hits on him before he fully processed it and follow his patterns.
Reinhard tapped into the golden words that Brunhilde placed on them, only connecting to the others fighting against Honor. He swiftly shouted what he plans to do, and then after a couple more seconds.
"Now!" His voice cut across the battlefield.
