'My potential can grow! I can win, even if only by myself!' Abbanh spun his spear, kicking off the ground, countless lesser Derelictus-Mens's heads were sent spinning up in the air, causing the consorts to turn his attention to the spearman, away from the still living guards.
The consorts, despite coming from different tribes, demonstrated impressive cohesion, leaping into the air unnaturally, despite their great sizes, they were armed with bone daggers all the same as many of their lesser brethren, simply larger to fit in their hands, they swung with brutal strength mid-air, forcing Abbanh back as they isolated him from the rest of the battle.
