The two women clenched their jaws. Their expressions hardening after the taunt escaped one of their lips. Despite their bravado, they could feel the burning pain from Erend and Eccar's combined assault.
Their bodies and armor had been scorched by the explosive impact of the fiery boulders, but both of them possessed powerful regenerative abilities. The cracks in their armor mended swiftly, and the burns on their skin faded as if they had never been.
Still, they couldn't ignore the truth: the power of the Dragonborn was far greater than they had anticipated.
"We underestimated them," one of the women muttered, her voice low and edged with annoyance. Her red eyes flickered with a dangerous glint as she glanced at her companion.
The other woman, whose face was set in a grim expression, nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, Svetlana," she replied. "These Dragonborn are stronger than we expected. But that doesn't mean we will lose."
