Belialthorn jerked back as the force hit him, jumping away from the leader as his feet dragged on the earth. His hand stung and he looked down at it. Blood covered the back of his hand and started to drip down.
He was...surprised. Belialthorn hadn't thought anything not equal or above his level could hurt him but here he was, dripping blood from a wound he didn't yet know how he got.
The leader was already back to his feet, and Belialthorn's eyes followed him as he joined another of his people. This one was a female and as muscular as the leader.
Her spear was slung to her back and her hands were already in the technique, longer than the rest of her body. She watched him flatly and shook her head at the leader as he made his way beside her.
