All Out Clash (1).
Watching the battle unfold, a frown slowly formed on the face of Duke Blackwater behind the mask.
Despite not wanting to believe it, he was forced into the realization.
"These people..."
Kaelin clicked his tongue,
"They are not only surviving against our forces, they are fighting back even."
His frown turned ugly,
"Even if this isn't all we have, the fact that they have managed to last against so many waves of Aether Beasts is truly commendable."
His eyes narrowed,
"And it's all thanks to that guy." Kaelin said, pointing a finger at the distant gorge.
A figure with long, flowing black hair danced across the battle field like a spectre of death. He wielded a large Greatsword, swinging it as though it weighed nothing.
He cut through everything, be it the huge, tough bones of Aether Beasts, or the resilient armor of humans.