Beastman Barbarians were sent flying from the center, one after another, slamming hard onto the ground like ragdolls.
Baisitina and Jos, who were watching from the sidelines, stood frozen like statues. The same was true for the Feder Remnants who had heard the commotion and come over to spectate. In their stupor, they absentmindedly dropped whatever they were holding.
"B-By the War God…" Jos stared blankly at the scene. His hands, usually steady as a rock from his sword practice, were now trembling uncontrollably.
He had witnessed firsthand just how formidable those Beastman Barbarians, built as they were like Giant Beasts, could be. They were certainly no mere show-ponies, like the strongmen kept by nobles for entertainment.
Yet before this relatively small and slender figure, they were being tossed into the air like old pillows and slammed back down to the ground, one by one. Their resistance was more futile than that of a little white rabbit.
