As blood rained down about him, Kalman looked to his comrades and found a disturbing sight:
Segito, having already felled several troops himself, was about to be brought down. Sine he didn’t have the gift of speed that Kalman had, he had tried to rely on his strength, and no longer used a shield. This gave him some extra mobility, but left him with little in the way of defense.
That weakness was betraying him now, as his most recent kill grasped Segito’s trident as he fell, leaving the Guardian to be ran through no less than three ways by Varos steel.
Kalman tried to find Everos next, but there was no sign of him. Enraged, Kalman fought his way toward Segito – his instincts now in full control of his actions.
Alexander, still quite removed from the battle, had been watching with baited breath. He was certain of victory until one of the Halatok started decimating his forces.
“Impossible,” he muttered to himself as he observed the unsettling amount of speed the man moved with; the kind of speed Alexander thought only he carried.
Alexander continued watching for a few minutes, learning how his opponent moved. He understood now that he would have to take on this individual personally, and wanted to be as prepared as he could be, for this Halatok would be a formidable opponent.
“What do we do, sir?’ one of his men asked. As he unsheathed his greatsword, bestowed upon him by Haboru Isten himself, Alexander only replied:
“I will handle this myself.”