The warrior looked at the stout figure standing in front of him that was holding both his shield and blocking the incoming thrust spearhead as if the being wasn't a mere mortal but instead a personification of a God itself.
At that moment, the archbishop's figure was instantly elevated in the skink elite's eyes and mind. It wasn't just him either, but Tolliah, the little girl standing behind the battle at the cave entrance also had similar stars glimmering in her wide-casted wondrous gaze. She too, like the man himself, saw his papa in a newfound light.
From the momentary shock, her face slowly began to reveal a proud smirk. She began to puff out her chest proudly, her figure was telling the tale 'That's my papa! I knew that he was strong!'