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The Herald seemed to shrug. His terms had been set, his offer had been rejected. Whether his message was misunderstood, rejected or ignored was irrelevant to him. He was facing a warrior, and he could feel the rush of battle filling him. All that mattered was the dance of death that was about to unfold, the clashing of steel and blood. And the Herald knew already that he was unbeatable. This would be a challenge, one more in a series of events to test himself against every obstacle he came across.

When he shot forward, it was like steel lightning. Stone cracked underneath his feet as he launches himself forward, a blurring figure of death. His fist shot forward, and Ham was barely able to raise his shield in able to catch it. The Herald let him. The flat of his palm struck the shield, and the shock seemed to reverberate through the structure. The wood of the steel shattered instantly, the metal bent and warped, Ham could feel his arm twisting and shaking. Had he been a human the arm would have shattered in a hundred places, simply from the force of impact. Even as it were his shield was transformed into a warped piece of useless metal, and he knew that something similar would happen if one of these devastating punches were to hit his head.

With the same speed as before the Herald grabbed a hold of the metal around Ham's arm, turning and pulling to force him off balance. It was possible for him to counterattack, but from this position he'd never land a good hit. And the Herald's own body was also turning, as he pulled back his right leg. He seemed to be aiming a kick at Ham's chest area, as if planning on ending this in a single devastating kick, to crush his ribcage and pulverize his organs. It was clear that if the force of his punch could rend metal, the force of his kicks would be almost instantly lethal.