"Human sorcerer, I quit fighting, I surrender!"
After a good while, the battle finally ended with Feyn's surrender. After both sides ceased, the stone armor soldiers quickly retracted into his body, turning into complex patterns that merged into his flesh.
Once the stone armor soldiers dispersed, it revealed the dirt-smudged face of the Stone Tail clan leader.
"You have won, Sorcerer Ivan," Feyn said without caring for the wounds on his body, shaking his dizzy head before speaking in a muffled tone.
"Aren't you still standing?" Ivan asked with a tinge of regret.
"A loss is a loss, my Stone Tail tribe has always dared to act and admit defeat." Feyn wasn't foolish, he had been on the receiving end of the beating from start to finish; how could he hope to win if it continued?
"What about the thing you promised me?" Ivan inquired.
