They walk towards each other; both have different feelings. The tense atmosphere between these two people could be felt in the air
They each stopped walking to each other when there is five feet distance between them.
Chanai chooses to use a spear.
Chanai look at this young man that have killed hundreds of men today. He expected to see a giant of a man
But the image is not the same as the reality.
He could not believe it if he did not see it for himself. One man alone could do so much damage.
And he also remembers that there is another monster form Brolgadhr tribe and that is Belarion.
Chanai did not know what happens to the forces led by his mother and father but judging from the overall situation, it is not good.
Chanai took a deep breath.
He looks at Aeryon and he notices that this man, bathed in blood is younger than him.
He could not help but feel that this man would do something great in the future.
This kind of bravery, this kind of daring feat…. if he survived today…. his story would be spread all over the Great Steppe
The people of the Great Steppe appreciate great hero.
Chanai do not hate Aeryon because he attacks his tribe.
After all, his tribe also attacks another tribe. This is the Great Steppe and this is how it has been since a long time ago.
You attack e, I attack you.
Chanai lives in a very small world. And his mind could not see further than that.
His life is like that and even nearing death, he had no special enlightenment. He simply does his duty as the son of his father, as the successor of the tribe, as warrior of the tribe.
He held his spear and spoke
'What will you do to my tribe members when you win?'
Aeryon did not take long to answer his question
'Those who follow me will prosper. And those who do not, will meet the Skyfather'
'You would accept the surrender?'
'the people of the tribe will not be harmed. But, you, your father, your mother, your brother, those who are related to your family, I will kill them all'
Chanai nodded.
He understood. And he did not complain
'Then, I will try to kill you'
Aeryon chuckles
'Try then'
He moves his spear and Aeryon move his sword in a battle with spear and sword, spear always have the advantage. The advantage is the length and the distance that a spear could cover.
Swoosh!
The spear tip cut the wind, aiming at Aeryon neck
But the spear that should have stab Aeryon neck move slightly to the left, missing his neck by only an inch.
And an inch is all that Aeryon needed.
The spear missed but the sword did not miss. The sword was swung, and the tip of the sword which is already full of blood once again reap another life.
Those who see the battle could not even have the time to process it. The move and the clash are almost an instant, like a spark that flew off from a flint
But the sword did not cut through. Aeryon had killed so many people and deflect so many arrows that his sword is already dull.
It's dull and full of cracks and the blood that clings on the tip, edges and handle has all become solidified,
A sword that should have cut through Chanai neck stopped hallway. Chena veins tense and Aeryon sighed. He pulls back the sword and Chena drop his spear
His hand clutches his neck as the blood keep on spurting out form the cut., He looks at Aeryon and shakes his head
'Impossible!' Even as his face fall down to the ground, even as his mouth tasted his own blood, he could not understand it
How did Aeryon evade that attack? How could he miss? These questions are all the questions he had in his mind before he takes his last breath. Aeryon look at Chanai body and he only sighed.
Then he looks to the warriors around him and then he shouted with the loudest voice he could muster
'Chanai is dead! I, Aeryon Son of Rakarys had taken his life!' the moment the warriors hear this, the morale of his forces soared and once again the morale of Xewa and Ghar tribe plummeted.
'Argh! I will kill you!' there is another shout on the opposite side of the battlefield.
The one that is shouting is none other than Chanai father, Otuken.
His eyes is red with anger and he holds his weapons tightly, wrath could be seen in his entire being
First, his commander. Now, his son
He has many sons. And many of his sons is also fighting. But there is only one son that he had designed as his heirs. And that is Chanai.
Right now, he felt like the world had crumbled and the sky has fallen.
In this kind of situation, he is more dangerous than ever. He charges through the enemy lines and in his anger and wrath he kills dozens of people.
The anger seems to give him strength
Breaking through the lines and killing anyone in front of him with great force
The anger brings his entire potential to the peak.
But facing him now is the combined force so Garron force and Aeryon forces.
On the other side Belarion and Mayeux had regroup with Garron forces and they are fighting against Zaufishan.
Mayeux uses his bows and all he needed was one strike.
A gap and an opening, he raise his bow and he releases his arrow and that arrow shot straight to Zaufishan heart.
She did not fall down from her horse but her face shows her pain.
She did not try to pull out the arrow instead she fight even more bravely.
Mayeux seeing this simply orders the warriors to simply open for her a path.
In such a chaotic battle, Mayeux could still the rhythm of the battle and the lines of battle. He is calm and did not panic.
The lien was opened, another opening as created, Zaufishan, not knowing that she is riding to a trap felt that she had broken the defensive line.
Following the path that is laid out by Mayeux, she rides through the line trying to reach her husband. But just right before she could pass through that line, another arrow flew.
And this time, the arrow would take her life.
The arrow shot straight to her chest,. This time the force of the arrow was so strong, that is pierces deep into her heart, penetrating to her back and she falls down to the ground.
Mayeux rides toward her and with a spear pierce her heart
Another shout sounded in the battlefield
'I, Mayeux had killed Zaufishan' Once again, the morale of the Ghar tribe and the Xewa tribe plummeted. And the trend of losing is on the side of the Ghar tribe and Xewa tribe.
Hearing this Otuken become more distraught and become more berserk. He kills like a crazy man, ignoring the damage on his body.
The wound and the injuries on his body accumulated but he ignores it, he did not even feel it and simply lash out at everyone around him.
He kills the enemy; his eyes is red and his veins are bulging. Like a monster that is full of wrath, he mowed down a fee dozen men by himself
Anger could make him do such a thing but it also would not last long. It is like adrenalin.
Garron seeing this action from Otuken only smiles
Even though his warriors are being killed, he still smiles. Not because he doesn't care but because he could see that the victory is already on their hands.
He directed the battle from behind.
'like a wounded beast' he mutters and Waqu who was beside Garron nodded.
'the Ghar tribe is finished and Xewa tribe is already in the verge of collapse.' While Mayeux was fighting against the force led by Zaufishan, Belarion fought against the forces of the Xewa tribe. By now he had killed ones of Xewa tribe commander and veterans in battle
This disrupt the organization of Xewa tribes warriors. Even though each warriors act independently there is still should be some direction of attack
But Belarion had killed the top people of the Xewa tribe and the warriors and the forces of the Xewa tribe is like a headless chicken.
This is the reason why a person born of innate strength is very feared among the tribes of the Great Steppe.
'It would not be long now.' As Garron look at the battlefield from behind he could see the movement of the warriors and he could see that Aeryon is now joining Belarion.
'These two people…..'Garron frowned a bit. And his mind is already lying to the distant far-off future.
He had changed his plans a bit. But he also needs to make a certain countermeasure
'Ayera…' he suddenly said.
Waqu heard the name and his eyes seems to shake. His face expression also changed
He sems to understand the thought of his sworn brother. After all, he had spent any years beside his brother.
It is then not surprising that he could at least guess a bit of his brother thoughts
'It is the matter of the future. Better to finish the fight first' he mutters
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