They moved to the sides of the training hall to give the two men some space. Hammy chirped nervously because he could feel the tension.
Tunner got ready, holding his warhammer casually on his shoulder. He was so sure of himself that he didn't even need a guard. "Blacksmith, whenever you're ready."
"Show me what the great Warhammer Saint can do."
Greg took a deep breath to calm down. This wasn't about winning a fight.
It was all about making a point and getting one hit. He didn't have to beat Tunner because all he had to do was touch him once with enough force to count.
Every time something hit the shield, it absorbed kinetic energy. Greg had been blocking attacks and taking in force for days. How much had built up? Is it enough to make a difference?
There's only one way to find out.
