No one was sure whether his respectful behavior was due to what had just happened or if it was a situation related to the warrior's nature. Unlike his friend who took the stage first, he portrayed a rather reserved image.
"We all come from the same lineage; it is enough for one of us to make the other accept their superiority!"
Yarmagül was also displaying a mild-mannered attitude, adapting to the environment. Her opponent confirmed her words by nodding his head. Hiding behind his shield, he slowly started walking towards the middle of the fighting circle.
At these moments, an interesting event was taking place in the Glacial Tribe section. About a thousand orcs with shields in their hands had started lining up at the edge of the stage. The movement would cause a reaction in the opposite section too; warriors moved towards the side parts where the two groups made contact.
The extraordinary events resulted in the two chiefs making eye contact. After Beyaz Ayı's gestures and mimics meaning calm down, Alyon also ordered his warriors to return to their places.
"Bam! Bam Bam! , Bam! Bam Bam!"
When the Glacial Region warriors completing their settlement started hitting their shields with their axes, sounds with the same rhythm echoed in the empty snowy plain. There was not the slightest hitch; they were at the precision of a high-level orchestra.
"Bam! Bam Bam! , Bam! Bam Bam!"
Accompanied by sounds echoing as if coming from incessantly beating drums, the shielded orc inside the circle started walking on his opponent. The steps and the sounds coming from the shields were in sync; it was as if a thousand orcs and the fighting warrior had become a single body.
This was a challenge; Yarmagül, taking her giant halberd in her hand, stepped forward to join the show. After a quick step or two, she sent a hard blow towards her opponent with her weapon she raised over her right shoulder.
"Thud!"
The cool-headed warrior was escaping the heavy swing by shielding himself with his large shield. Immediately closing the distance with short steps, he made a swing towards his opponent's exposed stomach with the small axe in his hand.
Yarmagül wasn't as agile as she was strong and large; her last-minute effort allowed her to escape with a small scratch. She wanted to respond with a horizontal strike from the same direction, but her enemy had already blocked in that direction.
The female orc, slightly wounded by a swing coming from the left hand just a moment ago, would be attacked by the same movement coming from the right side a move later. This time she was expecting an attack from the warrior with the heavy shield and retreated rapidly.
"Oooooooo!"
A roar rose from where the Glacial Region warriors were located. A long cut had formed on the left side of the torso of their enemy, four steps in front of their own warrior.
Yarmagül was in a confused state; she knew the attack would come and had acted in time to parry.
"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"
Together with the rhythms of a thousand warriors hitting their shields with ambition, their friend in the circle started walking towards his injured adversary. He wasn't affected much by the reaction of the crowd behind him; contrary to appearance, a very deep injury hadn't occurred after the attack he made.
The feeling of defeat created by the first war was slowly dissipating; Yarmagül couldn't disappoint expectations after her brother's spectacular victory. She went on the attack again with her weapon she gripped tightly. She sent a cross-cut consisting of two consecutive blows onto the shield she realized she couldn't overcome with a single strike.
"Thud! Thud!"
Nothing changed; both blows melted away on the shiny surface of the large shield. The female orc was uneasy; a counterattack should come from one side right about now. What she expected wouldn't happen; her enemy, taking a large step, hit her hard with the defensive weapon in his hand.
Yarmagül fell to the ground in astonishment and panic; the next moment, she saw the large shield being used for a stabbing motion towards her waist. She had to make a quick decision; otherwise, the region forming the center of gravity of her torso couldn't escape being crushed.
She swung her giant halberd backward; it was impossible for her to escape with such a weight. With an agility unexpected of her, she had pulled her legs over her head by gathering them. At the same time, the bottom part of the large shield hit the ground violently; the sound that came out was truly terrifying.
Now is the chance, said Yarmagül, and by hitting the shield with her gathered legs, she sent herself ten steps back on the snow on the ground. She hadn't figured out what was happening, and she wasn't alone in this regard; no one could make sense of these amateurish movements of a warrior like her.
"Rhythm!"
The Blood God answered her friend looking at her expectantly with only a single word. This was the main theme of the struggle taking place; since the others were focused on the war, they were skipping this detail.
"This is not the time to be mysterious; tell me whatever you know!"
Alyon was in anxiety for his daughter. She had a devastating birth, and like everyone else, he knew she hadn't fully recovered.
"Do you see the band team lined up opposite? Because of them, your daughter can't catch her own attack rhythm. She is moving like a fish trying to swim in her opponent's current; if it goes like this, her end won't go beyond getting caught on the hook!"
There was no one who could summarize what happened better than Nafız, and this was the reason why Yarmagül was injured due to a move she could normally parry easily. Sounds reaching her brain from her ears had affected her movements, even if she wasn't aware. Like an out-of-tune instrument, even if she wanted to do the right things, she couldn't get results.
After reaching her weapon, Yarmagül lying on the ground stood up slowly; while shaking the snow off herself, her opponent was scanning her carefully. Turning her back once, the female orc looked at where her son and husband were.
The scene she saw was very unpleasant; two men with faces crumpled in anxiety were watching her with sadness. She smiled slightly as if saying I'm fine, although she was in a big impasse even if she didn't want to show it.
"Bam Bam Bam! Bam Bam Bam! Bam Bam Bam!"
Sounds coming from the shields were making the place groan; after a while, the cheers of enemy warriors would also accompany these.
Sticking the pike part of her weapon into the snow on the ground, Yarmagül watched her surroundings for a while; she couldn't even imagine falling into the situation she was in. A single sentence appeared in her mind: 'There is nothing else to do!'
She drew a deep breath into her lungs; it was so violent that Yarmagül practically wanted to drain whatever air was in the environment.
The warrior with the large shield, keeping pace with the sounds coming from his friends, went on the attack towards his opponent with running steps. The female orc was in a state of abandonment; could there be a better opportunity to end the fight?
"Aaaaaaagggggggrrrrrrrrr!"
He hadn't taken three steps yet when he was nailed to the spot due to a sound that would deafen ears. His opponent was screaming as if she had lost herself. Yarmagül was shouting as if roaring; it was as if a creature would burst out of her.
"I didn't want to apply this technique before perfecting it, but I can't humiliate myself any further in front of the two men who love me and my tribe!"
When the war cry she let out ended, assertive words spilled from her lips one by one. It seems she had a secret trump card she could pull out of her pocket.