After some time, Alex began to feel his limits approaching. His mind raced, trying to find a way to end the battle.
Scar finally started showing signs of exhaustion, and it did not go unnoticed.
Not only Alex, but everyone watching could see it.
At last, not just the wound inflicted by Alex, but also the prolonged fight began to take its toll on Scar.
Seizing the opportunity, Alex intensified his attacks, using every last drop of strength he had left.
Scar could feel the growing pressure from Alex's assaults. Realizing the climax was near, he too summoned every ounce of strength he had. Both knew this was the moment: whoever lost in this final exchange would lose the duel, their tribe, and their life.
Alex and Scar wielded very different weapons—one carried a mace, designed to strike and crush, while the other carried a spear, built to pierce rather than cut or slash. Its sole purpose was to open a hole in its target.
One weapon to crush, the other to pierce.
This was what the duel had come down to: who could crush or pierce the other first would win and claim everything. The loser, on the other hand, would lose everything.
The tribes of both leaders were overcome with anxiety. They knew they would have to submit, whether they liked it or not, to the victor. Even if hatred lingered, the law of the strongest would reign supreme. Just as Alex had defeated Martins and subdued his tribe, Scar had done the same, albeit with different methods. In the end, it was because they were the strongest—whether through intelligence, strength, or skill. It all boiled down to one thing: being the strongest.
If you are strong, you can do anything. If you are weak, you can do nothing. Everything revolved around this—the Law of the Strongest!
In the minds of Scar and Alex, only one thought remained: I have to win!
And then, in a single second, everything fell silent.
Scar managed to land a crushing blow on Alex's left shoulder. But...
Alex struck a critical blow to Scar.
This time, it wasn't near the heart.
It was his throat.