"Sorlin! My cousin!"
Ironfoot Dain had just smashed a Beastman with a hammer and turned to shout at Sorlin, who held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
"Why did you arrive so late?!"
"I was delayed inside!"
Sorlin easily sliced through the knees of three approaching Beastmen with his Beastbite Sword, laughing as he responded to Dain.
As the clouds above dispersed, the Elves, Humans, and Dwarves began to recover, while the previously relentless momentum of the Beastmen, like a tidal wave, started to vanish.
However, their numerical advantage remained an undeniable reality. Hence, the bloody battle raged on the main battlefield without ceasing.
The two Dwarves meet in the chaos of the battlefield and exchanged a fierce embrace.
"These filthy wretches are too numerous, Sorlin."
After embracing and greeting each other, Dain immediately began discussing the pressing issue.
"If this continues, our casualties will rise! We need to come up with a plan!"
