Kargan came at Ronan, because Ronan was the wall and there was nothing subtle about the Orc Chief at all.
Ronan planted, dropped his weight through his hips and got the shield square, and Maeve did not waste a fraction of a second thinking about anyone else. Her light went into Ronan's shoulder and arm and nowhere else on the field.
[ORC WAR-CHIEF KARGAN]
[SKILL ACTIVE: BLOOD-AXE CHARGE]
The axe hit the shield face.
Ronan did not bounce it and he did not stop it. He went backward — boots carving two long trenches through the churned mud, four meters, five, his shield arm folding until the boss was almost against his own chest, and something in his shoulder made a sound he felt rather than heard.
The shield held. The new face took a dent the shape of the axe head and stayed on the arm.
Ronan stayed on his feet.
Kargan looked at him standing there and made a noise low in his throat, and pulled the axe back for another one.
And Morcant moved.
