Before the Iberians even realized, they were down to four members.
Their race wasn't exactly among the bravest, and so, the remaining ones immediately began to hesitate.
What would they gain from killing the human, anyway?
As if reaching a telepathic consensus, the cliffscalers scattered like fleeing bandits, not even looking back at the corpses of their dead comrades.
It was every Iberian for themselves.
Hal slightly panicked, not expecting the cowardly retreat.
"H-Hey! You damned goat, return my core!" he roared furiously, quickly chasing after the cliffscaler who got the Cragstalker's core.
Winds howled as Hal surged forward in flight.
The thieving goat realized that it was being pursued, sweating coldly as it began doubling its efforts to climb the mountain.
This was when Hal realized that the speed the Iberian Cliffscalers showcased on the ground wasn't even their top speed.
