Kun Nakia even so did not stop her fighters from fighting an the stupid warriors still charged.
Pitiful
The shattered limestone floor of the basin became a raging maelstrom of white dust and splintered timber as Zaira pressed her relentless counter-offensive through the heart of the Western Army.
Every undulating surge of the titan serpent carried the kinetic weight of a shifting mountain, breaking through spear phalanxes before the western ranks could plant their shields.
Beside her massive coils, the ten Sandshades moved with flawless, lethal coordination, utilizing the blinding dust clouds to strike with terrifying efficiency. The dust was like a shield for them, and fighting with low visibility was no problem for their now-whitened pupils.
They glided across the pulverized rock like desert ghosts, their gray cloaks blending into the haze as their crescent blades carved through weapon straps and shield grips.
