Left with nowhere to run, Ross stuck to his only option. To brace himself for the impact.
But he still had one last saving grace. There were dozens of people in front of him who could mitigate the impact of the boulder. He hoped they would be enough to stop its momentum.
The boulder soon crushed the people in front of him, and its weight pressed against the shield in his hands. The warriors by his side and at the back understood what he did and imitated him, forming a small bridge of shields above their heads.
The boulder rolled through the vanguard with horrifying ease. Bones snapped and bodies broke.
The dead and dying were driven back by its unstoppable weight, their mangled remains slamming against Ross and the others beneath the shield formation.
The impact drove the breath from the chieftain's lungs, but he held on for dear life. Time seemed to have slowed down considerably in that moment of life and death.
