Respect
As Liam pushed forward, a macabre trail of blood and severed body parts followed closely behind.
A brave archer shot a flurry of blazing fire arrows at him, but instead of hitting him, they pierced the dead body Liam used as a shield.
'Three left,' Liam thought with a cold eye, surveying the archer and two spellcasters further up – whose attacks looked much more frantic the more Liam grew close, and weaker the more they used spells.
Meanwhile, the Reilos soldiers were doing well holding up their front – with their advantage in numbers, they simply used their force as a collective.
Though, now and again, an invisible arc of wind would shoot out and spread apart their defenses… but seeing Liam holding up five men by himself gave them valor like no other.
The kid wasn't even 12 years old!
They didn't have time to admire his sight for too long, shifting their focus towards the fight at hand.