Dron feigned forward but the warrior in front of him took a step back. He wasn't just some simple fighter, this warrior was trained.
Dron put a hand to side and prayed that Tempest would see him. He didn't want her trying to help him. Dron would have to take this man out on his own.
He noticed that while he was sizing up the man in front of him the other warriors have stopped fighting. They were all staring at Dron and the large warrior in front of him.
Whoever won this fight would win the battle.
It made what Dron was about to do even more important. He had to make sure his people came out on top.
Dron dashed to the side, rolling to the ground to pick up one of the discarded metal weapons. He wasn't foolish enough to think that he would be able to to take this man on using just his fists. He may have to end with that but to start Dron would need to weaken the man in front of him.
