I just thought to add Edward into the Warriors Orochi 3 storyline. It was something that was weird in my case. A whole French army was sucked to somewhere without the English knowing. Oh, and that any banter between Joan and Edward would be hilarious as well.

Joan's head felt heavy. It was like a fierce blow from God's fist just hit her without mercy. Her hand clenched onto the ground beneath her feet. She felt cobblestones, even through the armour.

Wait. Cobblestones?

She opened her eyes, and sure enough, she was lying behind a wall of solid stone. Many French and English soldiers were strewn around the place. That's when she remembered the events before.

Flashback:

It was a really stormy battle that day. It was in the middle of France, since the English muscled their way in. She was on her white horse, holding her spear, looking at her nemesis, Prince Edward of England, the 'Black Prince.' Her horse reared, Joan raised her spear up high, the fleur-de-lis being raised above the armies, and the French forces charged. Edward was at the front, beginning to rush towards Joan, his lance pointing straight at her. His loyal soldiers followed him, pointing their lances in a similar fashion. Hooves and feet dashed their paths across the dirt, coming ever and ever closer to the enemy. They were about to connect weapons, their armies about to clash, when a bright light engulfed the entire battlefield.

End of flashback:

Suddenly, a man in plate armour was startled awake. Joan turned around, getting a good fright. Prince Edward was a bulky man, but had pale skin. True to his nickname as the 'Black Prince,' his plate armour and hair were black as coal. Joan bent down and picked up her spear. She pointed the blade towards the prone prince. Edward looked up and saw the blade being pointed about five centimetres (two inches) away from his face. Hurriedly, he picked up his lance and pointed it at the French maiden in front of him, still in the prone position.

The army started to awake, although slowly. When each saw each other, they turned their attention and their blades, spears and multitude of bows towards the opposition. No one even dared to even move during the whole three minutes of the stand off, even though it felt like three hours. Prince Edward lowered his lance, causing the English forces to follow his lead. In some kind of sense, Joan raised her spear and the French forces lowered their weapons.

"Man any spaces, men! Make a good defence!" Edward ordered, standing up.

"Yes, lord!" The English forces exclaimed, running off with shields and weapons to barricade the openings.

The longbow men manned the battlements but were careful as to not allow themselves to be seen. Any available fighter made a protective circle around Prince Edward or manned the inside of the fortress that they were in. The French were soon ordered to reinforce certain key points like openings in which any invaders could come through.

The two leaders made their ways up the steps to see over the battlements. Spires of lava rose their ways out of the grass and small creeks had small bridges running over them. Nothing seemed out of place, considering that they were in a strange land. Joan fingered the white lily she had on her left ear. After the slight touch, her hand clenched and rested itself on her sternum. Edward stood bravely, chest puffed out slightly and rested his lance on his right shoulder.

"Who would know how long we would be here for?" Edward asked, his voice full of bold determination.

"Only God will know." Joan answered, her voice very light and full of hesitation.

The next day:

The sentries reported signs of enemies on the horizon. Blue men, was how they described them. They didn't move, nor did the English-French forces. But the defence captains were getting weary, possibly from the long hours of the constant watch. The enemy archers soon lined up, kneeled, nocked an arrow, pulled the drawstring back, and let loose a volley. Luckily, no one on the English-French force was injured.

Edward reacted quickly by rallying the English forces with a quick speech, allowing the black and red clad soldiers the morale they needed. Joan took her horse and rode it to the various guard captains. Each time, Joan gave a small talk and the soldiers praised their luck, raising their morale and will to fight. The enemy soon started to charge, raising swords up high and lowering spears for impalement. While the guard captains maintained their assignments well, all battles were taxing on the body. Soon, some weird kinds of demons came. Some in the same blue skin and golden slits as the troops but had armour on, some as massive elephant/rhino hybrids and some that were fully obscured in cloth but were very crafty.

The far western defence captain began to fail in his duty to stop the demons, allowing an entrance for the troops. Suddenly, a man in green clothing, holding some kind of contraption that is slung over his right shoulder, came riding through from the north west.

"Gee, these are some weird people. But they must be allies, since they are fighting against the Hydra's troops." He thought out loud. He spotted Edward retreating from the conflict with a bunch of similarly armed horsemen to charge once again into the fray with his lance. But as he saw Joan of Arc, his gaze slightly lingered a bit.

"Well, I can't resist helping a pretty lady." He thought out loud.

His horse reared and charged towards the two. Edward and Joan heard the galloping coming from behind them. They turned around and saw a man riding towards them, pointing his weapon towards them. He must've pulled something, as a loud crack was heard and a small projectile came whizzing towards them. The projectile came in between them and hit a serpent troop in the head. He stopped, putting his weapon over his shoulder, the end bellowing smoke. He dismounted the horse.

"Who are you?" Edward unkindly asked, dismounting his horse.

"Name's Magoichi Saika. Head of the Saika Rebels, here to help the pretty lady." Magoichi said, slyly looking at Joan.

Suddenly, a whole bunch of lightly amoured people with similar weapons to Magoichi Saika appeared. Each whole group were headed by someone else embroidered in gold thread. Three others appeared as well, but held three different weapons. One had a katana, another had a spear and one had a fan, for some odd reason.

A sharp cry of pain was heard. Joan looked over, and saw the guard captain for the far western opening impaled on something. He collapsed, his armour clanking when he hit the ground. It revealed an enemy, one of the fully clothed ones. He began to run over to the three warriors, the cloth bellowing behind him. Magoichi pointed his weapon towards him and pulled the trigger, another projectile shooting out the end. The demon ducked under it with superhuman speed, but Magoichi didn't stop there. He kept shooting and walking forwards, towards the demon. He stopped shooting the weapon and started using the blade on the end of it. Edward mounted his horse again and lead his lancers around for a charge while Joan kept standing, facing the demons with the French-English troops.

Another bang was heard, followed by the sound of a body hitting the dirt. Magoichi won the duel, shooting the demon in the back of the head. He saw the courage that the two odd people have, the man in black armour fearlessly leading a charge against the serpent demons with similarly armoured troops, and the pretty lady in white leading the ground troops, who were following her fearlessly. But he had a job to do now, and by whatever deity would hear him, he would finish it.

The man in black was riding away from another charge. Magoichi waved him over, which the man did with much disdain.

"Look, you two need to take your army out of here." Magoichi ordered.

"Why in God's name should I listen to you?" He asked, not dismounting his horse this time.

"Me and my Rebels can hold out the serpents. Don't worry, we'll be fine." Magoichi reassured very casually.

As if to add insult to injury, the shooters unleashed a volley of projectiles. This pushed the serpent forces back some ways. A second volley was unleashed as well, pushing them back even further. The man in armour sighed, seemingly defeated in the battle of words.

"Alright, we'll retreat. But you'd better have a better reason than helping Joan." Edward replied.

He pulled his horse over to a group of archers in red cloth, holding very distinct bows. He leant down and whispered to one of them, seemingly the leader. The head archer pulled out something and blew into it. The sound reverberated throughout the battlefield, gaining the attention of everyone. The odd troops in red and white knew what that meant, as they started to shuffle back and, eventually, run. While the serpents were stunned by the seemingly odd sound, once they noticed that the enemy were running away, they charged. Some of the men were cut down, but most of them were successfully retreating. Magoichi, along with some spear men and swordsmen, charged through the serpent ranks. While some of the Rebels fell, the serpent forces were pushed beyond the gates and out into the open fields. Magoichi looked back to the inside of the fortress of Komaki-Nagakute and saw the pretty lady in white make her way out of the fort. With the last of the other forces out of the way, Magoichi Saika and his Rebels began to push forwards.

The serpent forces fell back to the open field in the centre of Komaki-Nagakute. However, some of the Gyūki clones managed to sneak their way past the lines of riflemen and into the fortress. Magoichi couldn't go back, because the serpent forces that he is battling now would enter the fortress as well. So, he kept his sights on those in front of him and faced off the officers. A few loud bangs were heard from the fortress, followed by a deathly scream. A body was thrown from the fortress to where Magoichi was located. It was one of the Rebel officers, well what remained of one. The armour was damaged and crumpled, the limbs were at odd angles and the eyes were stuck in permanent surprise.

But Magoichi couldn't mourn him. Either he dies mourning, or the serpents die for the death of his comrade. So, he kept fighting the Dodomeki clones and Gyūki clones as best he could with his troops. Right now, fighting the demons was the best he could do right now. Hopefully, the Rebels can hold out against the demons inside the fortress.

One hour later:

Edward and Joan were riding away from the battlefield. Not twenty minutes ago, they lost sight of the fortress of which they escaped from. Both Edward and Joan were ashamed that they had to retreat and leave Magoichi Saika to the serpent forces. The English-French army marched behind them, same with heads held high, some with distraught faces from the amount of death they witnessed. Night was falling down upon them, dimming the area and making the army stop to rest. They used the trees alongside them to make a multitude of fires and the army sat alongside them, albeit separated due to each side thinking that the other was still the enemy.

Each leader of the two combined forces were sitting with their own generals. Edward was sitting with Richard Beauchamp, the heavy club wielder who served three generations of English royalty, Iamarl, the assassin who defected to the English, and John Fastolf, the witty swordsman strategist. Joan of Arc was sitting with Gilles de Rais, the mysterious noble swordsman, Bertrand du Guesclin, the ruthless strategist, but one of the best, and Marie, the stern yet loyal swordswoman. While each and every single one of the generals were pissed at the retreat, they knew that they would've died otherwise. That Magoichi Saika knew just how to defeat the demons easily.

They heard a distant sound, one that each horseman knew well. The sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground, at a walk. The troops, those that were ready, unsheathed their weapons and towards the sound. Those that had brain cells grabbed a stick from the fire to use as a torch to light the outskirts of the camp. The two leaders ran over to where the troops ran off to and the sight that befell them was nothing less than spectacular. Magoichi Saika was riding on his horse, with a victorious look on his face, with spearman, swordsmen and the odd weapon men marching behind him. However, much of the original force, along with the other three significant soldiers, were missing. Joan and Edward deduced that they would most likely be dead, judging by the look in Magoichi's eyes.

"Stand down! Let the men through!" Edward ordered. Somehow, both sides obeyed the command and stood at either side, waiting for the man in green and his men to pass.

All of the troops passed and stopped when they fully reached the campsite. Each rifleman placed their rifle down, the barrel pointing up. The swordsmen sheathed their swords into their wooden scabbards, and the spearmen placed their spears alike to the riflemen, with the blade pointing up. Magoichi dismounted his horse, one of the French soldiers leading it away for it to rest, and sat down in front of the fire, his weapon resting on his shoulder and stared into the fire.

Joan of Arc looked at Edward, who had no idea why Magoichi wasn't celebrating now.

"He's lost many today. Leave him be." She said, Edward understanding the loss of friends and comrades in arms.

"We did win. But we need to keep moving." Magoichi suggested.

"You know this goddamn place better than us. You must know somewhere." John Fastolf said.

A light twinkled in Magoichi's eyes. "Yes. In fact I do. But we need rest. We begin moving there tomorrow."