"Hey, are you sure you won't stop him?" called out one of the Oxwadeshire soldiers, his eyes fixed on Allen and Benjamin.
"Are you sure you can break them up?" replied the other soldier. "Didn't you see the fallen boy's fight? If I recall correctly, his name is Benjamin. He wielded his hefty axe with ease, swiftly dodging the arrows fired by his adversary. Yet, the most daunting aspect was his piercing gaze, brimming with a lethal intent to kill his mush, and there was not the slightest doubt in his eyes.
There's no doubt that that kid is experienced in the dark world we can imagine."
"And that that lad stands powerless before Allen."
"Do you reckon anyone among us can halt them? If you're inclined, go ahead and try."
As Allen forcefully propelled Benjamin several meters back, no one dared to intervene, futile attempts at breaking up the altercation notwithstanding.
