Before Hara-Bal placed his body into the catapult. The high shaman stopped him and spoke.
—Infiltrating into the fortress can be handled well enough by the other warriors and shamans. If they succeed, there will be no need for you to step in. And if they fail, then even if you step in, you will fail as well. For now, wait. If they fail, we must retreat and reexamine the operation...
Grrrk!
Those words struck a nerve with Hara-Bal. From the enraged Hara-Bal’s mouth, the roar of a beast burst forth. The pressure exuded by a warrior counted among the strongest in the tribe, and regarded as the next Great Warrior. The high shaman felt the wounded parts of his body sting even more sharply.
—Do shamans have no pride? For a warrior, there is no such thing as retreat.
—...Have you…
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