He knew he would run into something tough, so after previously facing the chaotic terror without heavy weapons, he went back, cleared out the display room, and found a cannon. There's no need to talk about chivalry with monsters.
Although it was just an Eight-Pound Cannon made by Hamlet, the difference in caliber and charge made that hand cannon look like a "little handgun," not to mention it fired iron balls instead of stone ones.
Its power was evident, and it wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as "flesh rotting wherever it passed."
Operating a cannon with seven people was no joke. Even though Lance wanted to reload for a second shot, the Holy Hall wouldn't just stand by, almost attacking immediately after the blast.
"Baldwin, Barin, you hold off the protectors, I'll take this chance to take out the warlord, watch out for bone spurs!"
Lance put away the cannon, and instead of grabbing Wolf Fang, he charged directly with his large shield.
