Headache

"HUA!" The soldiers hoisting the shields bellowed in unison, their voices resounding through the air like a thunderous wave. As they strained to hold the massive shields aloft, the strain etched upon their faces, and the billowing cloud of dust stirred by the impact testified to the sheer weight and unwieldiness of the shields. These were no ordinary men; they were battle-hardened warriors, honed by countless encounters alongside the formidable Guardians. Their collective experience ran deep, their instincts finely attuned. Observing the mercenaries' nonchalant stance, the soldier couldn't help but feel a surge of displeasure, yet he refrained from taking immediate action, opting instead to let his disapproval simmer beneath the surface.