Mysterious Talent

"Who is that?" 

Alex pointed at a man on the back of a jet black Centrak that was leisurely walking out of the gate with slow steps. He was the only barbarian they had met who wore a complete set of heavy armor with a helmet that had a short red plume.

On the right pauldron was the sigil of a crimson lion head.

It was clearly a complete knight set, which wasn't from the desolatelands.

The man had a broad figure but wasn't over 6 feet tall. His arms and legs were thick like pillars of muscles hidden behind metal plates. He held two great axes that seemed to weigh a lot judging by how his mount moved. 

An elite troop of 100 barbarian guards also clad in armor that was a mix of leather and plate armor, riding on armored Centraks were behind him. All of them held great axes. 

All 100 of them were the great warriors of the clan, people whose generations started with the first chief of Bashan. All of them were barbarian knights!