Brann had fought many battles in his life.
He wasn't a chieftain who remained in camp and simply barked orders to his subordinates.
His warriors sincerely respected him because he had led through action, especially when the fate of their tribe was concerned.
His blade reaped the life of the first warrior who came within striking range of his sword. Due to their broken momentum, the enemy's formation was in complete chaos.
At the same time, Astravor's loud screech also struck fear and intimidation on the warriors and their horses.
He made sure to keep an eye on the brave warriors of the Stormhorn Tribe, who had decided to strike back at their enemies despite the disparity in numbers.
"Die, you Grimfang Tribe scum!" Brann shouted as he hacked the neck of one of the hunting leaders of the Grimfang Tribe who he had recognized.
His warriors also fought like madmen alongside their chieftain, killing those in front of them as if they were possessed.
