"You think our lives on the same level as yours, goblin!?" said Erik. He grinned broadly, his animalistic canines jutting out as his expression twisted with battle hunger and rage known wide among Fjall and its human natives. He powered up with golden mana purely geared towards offense, his massive muscles bulging in flexion as he empowered his body with magical energy. "You will come to know your folly!"
"Erik, wait-," began Arav.
"Break through and run," said Erik more quietly. "I will hold them."
Arav understood then. Erik was sacrificing his life so that the others could escape. A noble, honorable thing to do, doing the name of the Fjallan warriors and their adherence to the nobility of battle more than enough justice.
And Arav was not going to hesitate and waste it.
"Move, move!" said Arav as he pointed forwards, towards the two champions ahead of them. "Spear formation – pierce through!"