Looking into Shank's bloodthirsty eyes, Roland felt like a small animal being watched by a fierce beast, his heart momentarily stopped.
Clearly, the Old Commander was about to fight desperately.
The safest choice would certainly be to frown and retreat behind Master Anthony, letting a Tier Seven battle another Tier Seven.
But Roland chose to face the challenge head-on without hesitation.
If he couldn't even face a weakened Tier Seven, affected by the debuff of drunkenness, with a sword in his butt and compromised condition, there'd be no point in continuing.
He raised his Giant Shield again, meeting Shank's gaze without flinching.
The rain had stopped.
From the foot of the mountain came the constant clash of weapons, mingled with the sounds of gunfire and screams, fires breaking out everywhere, the battlefield resembling Hell.
As Roland fired the signal flare, Christine launched an attack from the front.
