In this situation, much like two rats fighting in a sand burrow, there wasn't much to say—the fiercer one would win.
Two Herders immediately hurled their javelins. In the narrow corridor, there was almost no room to dodge. Propelled by the muscular strength of the Herders, the javelins pierced through human bodies as easily as a hot knife through butter.
Yet when one Tanilian fell, another immediately took his place, with spear points like a forest advancing towards the Venetians and Herders.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, Winters understood he had found the right spot. He shot a steel spike at the enemy commander, which missed the head and hit the chest, but made a crisp sound—the target was wearing armor.
The spears advanced, and there was simply no room to wield short weapons. The Venetians and Herders were forced to retreat.
