Some moments earlier…
Ragna took a moment to stop attacking everything yellow in sight and looked around the battlefield, flicking Blood-Scythe clean. As usual, his soldiers had given him a wide berth, leaving him surrounded by groups of injured or dead Turbans lying on the ground, and many of the others that were trying to reach him were being solidly repelled by his unit.
"They still seem pretty determined, though," Ragna muttered. "Gonna have to see if I can find the guy really calling the shots and take him down. That might shake 'em up a bit."
Ragna then heard a sudden clopping of hooves behind him, and turned to see a muscular, bronze-skinned man in Yellow Turban armor ride up to him on the back of a black warhorse. However, the armor was far more intricate looking than the standard fare, trimmed with silver and including blue iron plates on the arms and legs, and his face was covered by a wild, brown beard. A number of other Turbans in similar armor surrounded the man, wielding swords and lances, but stepped back once his horse stopped moving.
"So you're the Messenger of Heaven?" the man said, sneering down at Ragna. "Pathetic. How did our men lose to someone like you?"
Ragna tightened his grip on Blood-Scythe, and the Azure Grimoire let out another spurt of irregular flame that came and went too quickly to see. "They suck, is how. Now you mind telling me who you are so that we can get this over with?"
The man's nasty expression grew darker as he got off of his horse. Dismounted, he easily stood at even height with Ragna. Without hesitating, he drew a sword from the sheath at his side, and pointed it directly at Ragna. "Zhao, leader of this brigade. And your executioner."
Ragna rolled his left shoulder and spread his legs out slightly, going into a slightly crouched stance. "Better men than you have tried and failed to pull that shit off. If you think you can, though, bring it. I could use the exercise."
Zhao's smirk gradually faded, and he slowly began to step to the left. Ragna moved to the right with the same low speed, not once removing his eyes from Zhao's face.
Then, the larger man suddenly charged with frightening speed, flattening the grass beneath his booted feet with each step. He brought his sword down in a powerful overhead strike the moment he got within arm's reach, and Ragna immediately brought Blood-Scythe up to block the blow. With a grunt, Ragna pushed Zhao back, then punched Zhao in the face with his left hand. However, before he could pull up Blood-Scythe to attack again, Zhao's spearmen rushed in as well, thrusting their weapons at him, and Ragna was forced to step back to avoid getting skewered.
Once he recovered himself, Zhao laughed and shook the stars out of his eyes, then rushed forward again with his swordsmen at his side. "Ha! Not enough, boy!"
Ragna reflexively concentrated on his right arm, and though a tongue of black fire did rise up from the red shell on the back, it disappeared almost instantly and his arm soon began to throb in agony, enough so to nearly make him drop Blood-Scythe. Immediately, he stopped trying to draw on the Azure's power, and his arm went back to normal just in time for him to roll out of the way of a strike from Zhao. However, it left him off balance, and one of the swordsmen tagged his left arm with a stray slash, causing him to stumble backward.
"All it takes is one misstep, and you're done for," Zhao shouted. His spearmen advanced again, pulling back their lances for a coordinated strike to the downed Ragna. "Now die!"
Ragna stared up angrily at them, but stilled his impatient heart until the right time. Before they could stab him, Ragna swept Blood-Scythe outward in his usual horizontal slash. The spears were knocked away, and Ragna got back up immediately, charging forward once again. "You first, asshole! I don't have time for your petty tricks!"
The spearmen closed ranks in an attempt to block him, but by the time they got their weapons back up, Ragna shoulder-checked his way through them, and leaped up into the air. The moment he lifted off, he raked Blood-Scythe upward, slashing an unfortunate Turban open from groin to chest, and roared, "Inferno Divider!"
The screams—and condition—of Ragna's target caused Zhao to step back in shock as Ragna's forward momentum proved to be enough to bring him within striking distance of Zhao. Shortly afterward, Ragna twisted around and swung Blood-Scythe downward with both hands; Zhao stepped back to avoid the blow, but Blood-Scythe's tip slammed into the ground, knocking down Zhao and everyone else around him. Ragna landed with a grunt, and once he got back to his feet, began to methodically stab any and every fallen Turban in sight as he walked toward Zhao.
"Get up, you worm," Ragna muttered. "I'm gonna kill you on your feet if nothing else."
A Turban charged him from the side, attempting to stab him with a spear, but Ragna dodged the attack by stepping backward. He grabbed the poor fellow by the back of the head, and slammed him face first into the dirt before stomping on his back, breaking it with a muffled crunching sound. By the time Ragna then turned back toward Zhao, the Turban commander was back on his feet, swinging his sword at Ragna again, going for a horizontal slash this time.
Ragna swung Blood-Scythe downward, but deliberately put some extra oomph into it, and Zhao's blade snapped cleanly in half. The man gaped in shock, but had no time to react before Blood-Scythe pierced straight through his gut and erupted out of his back, shattering the armor on both sides of his body.
After a moment, Ragna pulled Blood-Scythe free, and allowed Zhao's body to fall over. The remaining members of Zhao's personal guard stared at Ragna as if he had emerged from the very pits of Hell before their eyes, and Ragna's response was to widen his eyes as he swept his stare over all of them. "If you wanna run, run. If you're gonna fight, then come on. I'll make it quick."
Every single Turban turned away from him and ran off, leaving only the dead Turbans, Ragna, and Zhao's horse in the general vicinity. Ragna flicked Blood-Scythe clean again, then sheathed it and walked over to the horse. It didn't look in his direction, and nickered softly, letting out a puff of air from its nostrils. After studying the saddle and the stirrups for a moment, Ragna walked around to the horse's left side and took the reins in his left hand, gripping the horse's mane gently. He put his left foot into the stirrup, then put his right hand on the front of the saddle, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and mounted the horse, easing himself into the saddle with a grunt.
"Just like Aisha showed me," he said to himself, putting his right foot into the other stirrup. "All right, fella. Let's go for a ride." He squeezed the horse's sides gently, and it took off at a nice pace as Ragna clumsily drew Blood-Scythe once again.
Moments later, the Turbans would see Ragna riding on Zhao's horse, cutting down every Turban he could see as he bounded across the battlefield. Their ranks broke shortly afterward, and following Ragna's order, the heralds sounded their horns.
With the signal received, Kan'u and Chouhi charged in, and the Turbans were destroyed in another fifteen minutes.
Strength comes from one's character, not their size or their age. The young can be weak if they are weak-willed, and the old can be strong if their will is indomitable.