Leading her eleven soldiers, the Khan sped towards Aito's team, spear and giant ax in hand, keeping up with her orcs' capabilities, traveling almost five meters per second.
Running unimpeded by their heavy-looking equipment, craving for glory and the reenactment of a forgotten distant past, even the Khan could not recall. And yet, they believed their act was right.
They could only believe.
"Fall back behind the fortifications!" Aito ordered, but once he arrived in front of the wooden structures, only a wall awaited him.
Lucius stared at him from above, smirking. "What do you think you're doing? I thought you were just here for a stroll."
"Oh I am, you just happened to be in the way," Aito replied, immediately infusing his ax blade with three different skills. Still under the influence of Fury, the wooden wall trembled from a single one of his blows, obliterating a quarter of it.
Cutting wood used to be his profession, after all.
