"Impressive!" Okrian-Lujin clenched his fists, visibly exhilarated. Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's strike had carved open a path!
"A forbidden spell?" Okrian-Lujin asked softly, while his hands did not slow as he tugged the reins and followed closely behind Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso.
"Just a Battle Technique trick! It consumes less than a forbidden spell! I'll teach you later!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso said casually as he weaved through the wind and dust.
"No need. It doesn't suit my style... This kind of domineering Battle Technique isn't for me. I focus on speed and technique!" Though tempted, Okrian-Lujin still shook his head. His swordsmanship was known for its agility and unpredictability, pursuing lethal strikes and one-hit kills. He could not learn this broad, overpowering style of fighting.
"All right, then. What a pity!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso shook his head helplessly. What a shame. Okrian-Lujin is probably the only one who could learn this set of techniques.
"Move! They're about to catch up!" Okrian-Lujin warned. Warg Riders were far more mobile than warhorses in the mountains. The roots that gave warhorses such headaches were perfect footholds for Wargs! Those troublesome Orcs were still visibly closing the distance between them!
"I'm really impressed by these bastards! I only looked at him once! Would he die from being looked at? So damn petty!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso grumbled impatiently as he galloped down the path he had cleaved open.
"Hurry! We're almost out of the mountains! I'm never riding into the mountains again!" Okrian-Lujin said joyfully, swearing as he spoke. The two had initially come around the foot of the mountains to reach the base of Mount Amon Shaw, but when the Orcs closed in, they had been blocked off and forced to flee through the forest. The hardships of the journey