Gork had warned me about their numbers back at the clan, so I was not surprised, nor concerned.
Because among all of them, the most powerful one stood directly in front of me.
I continued staring at the number hovering in my vision and among them, one stood out immediately.
He was robed differently from the others, layered cloth hanging loose rather than fitted armor, bone charms and carved totems dangling from his waist. The faint glow around his hands and the way others positioned themselves slightly behind him made it obvious.
A shaman.
My mind immediately calculated the potential. If I eliminated him and obtained a shaman-type skill, it would be something I could share with Narg back home.
I was already considering the order in which to dismantle them when Caius' voice cut through the noise.
"Stay back, all of you! This is a battle between two chiefs."
The command carried authority, and the reinforcements halted almost instinctively.
I blinked once.
