Stone Will

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A giant, worthy of doing battle with Dogar, stepped forward out of the infantry ranks of the savages. Six and a half feet tall, two feet at the shoulders, holding a huge hammer in his hands.

“Cover me,” Hadjar asked his friend and jumped down.

The soldiers of both armies formed a circle around them. Sometimes, someone too hotheaded would break the temporary ‘truce’ during this separate phase of the battle.

The would-be troublemaker was soothed by Nero's sword right away. The young warrior had Hadjar’s back and would not allow anyone to interfere in the fierce battle.

The giant was circling Hadjar and displaying his tan muscles, which were covered only by the skins of various animals. He wore no armor. At all. Only skins, leather pants, and boots. Apparently, a single hammer was enough for him. Somebody’s remains dripped down from it, but Hadjar believed that it would also be quite easy to break through the walls with such a weapon.

The savages greeted their illustrious warrior general