"Aren't you having all the fun for yourself, Urus?" a young voice called from within the circle surrounding Max.
Urus emerged from the dust, dragging his chained mace behind him. Smoke rose from his damaged crimson armor, but his steps remained steady as he returned to the group. With a pull of his arm, he swung the mace in a wide circle and scattered the dust clinging to him.
"Ulaghchi, Nogai," Urus greeted the two Crimson Horde warriors already holding their positions around Max. "Aren't you ashamed of stealing food from your brother's table? This prey is mine."
Ulaghchi stood to Max's left, appearing almost delicate beside the burly warrior. He had a narrow face, sharp brown eyes, and long black hair braided down his back. His lighter crimson armor was formed from overlapping plates, while two curved blades rested inside black sheaths at his hips. Small silver bells hung from their handles, remaining strangely silent despite the wind.
