The Redhorn Tribe's warriors instinctively widened their circle, giving the two strong 4th Ranks a wide berth.
Neither side wanted to be anywhere near that dangerous storm.
The middle-aged man pressed the advantage as he stabbed, retracted, and struck again in quick succession, forcing Harold to retreat several steps.
Shallow scratches formed along Harold's arms and ribs where he failed to fully evade.
After a few exchanges, the middle-aged man was surprised, as he had never expected that Harold's strength far exceeded his expectation, thinking that it would probably be around Riven's, who had shown his strength before.
Harold steadied his breathing and tightened his grip. His spear hummed as he redirected momentum instead of contesting power directly, parrying rather than blocking outright.
At the same time, chaos erupted across the battlefield.
Fifty 3rd Rank warriors of the Ragh'Tal Tribe collided with the thirty elite 3rd Ranks of the Redhorn Tribe.
