Mohawk dashed through the plain that separated the wall and the initial farmland in the distance. The people of Fressia had built their bunkers just ahead of the farmland, so they were able to get a good view of the Outer wall.
He was still confused as to why they had reacted the way they did, but he ignored all that and kept one goal at the forefront of his mind. He needed to nullify the threat that the archers posed to him and his people.
WHOOSH!
Another barrage of arrows flew from the archers' position, and straight at the wall. A good portion of those arrows were also aimed at him as well.
Mohawk's fingers wrapped around the middle of his staff, which he promptly drew above his head in a powerful spin. Thanks to his vastly boosted strength, the force generated from his spinning staff was enough to create a mighty gust of wind that changed the direction of the majority of the arrows heading his way. He easily dodged the rest of them, and continued on his way.
