Leonel took a breath and his smile vanished. There was a sharpness that thrummed through him at that moment that couldn't be denied from shining forth.
He took a breath and he waved a hand, his spear vanishing in favor of a bow.
With every step he took forward, his momentum continued to roar forth. His halo appeared behind him once again, reflecting the colors of his Mage Core. But this time, in its midst, his Life Tablet had risen above it.
Fluttering butterflies and motes of violet light loomed around Leonel and the last bits of his smile faded from his eyes, being replaced with a deep, dark chill.
At that moment, whether they wanted to admit it or not, those on the battlefield felt like the temperature had just plummeted by a few degrees.
Leonel's brothers surged forward and his own Bow Force exploded forth.