Under the two suns' heat, clamors of the spectators, Aito trotted towards the enemy, his step leaving deep tracks in the sand due to his increased weight.
Gripping his ax, he imbued the pike with Durability and Impact, preparing for a carnage. Suddenly, fifty meters away from his targets who had already formed up ranks to stop him, he decreased his equipment's weight, bolting forward.
Three hundred orcs had turned in his direction, forming six perfect rectangles with fifty orcs each, shoulder to shoulder. Their tough and thick tower shields glowed yellow.
Slightly bent forwards, they awaited the confrontation with confidence, fully knowing what that man was capable of. At least they thought they knew.
Instead of ramming into them shoulder first, Aito increased his equipment's weight at the last moment and stabbed an unlucky orc's shield with his spike.
