Aaron and the barbarians around him had been staring at each other for the past few seconds, with no one moving or making any noise.
If the barbarians had been continuously attacking, he could have become tired, but for some reason, they hadn't attacked him. It was as if they were afraid of something. Of course, he didn't know what the barbarians were afraid of. What the barbarians were afraid of was his face.
"Aren't you going to attack?" Aaron said aloud, finally managing to catch his breath.
