Brug let out a low growl, eyes glowing red beneath his thick, scarred brow.
He stomped forward, then launched himself into a wild charge.
His fists clenched tight, muscles swelling beneath his armored hide.
"[Momentum Crush]!"
He slammed both fists into Aegisclad's towering wall, shaking the ground with the impact.
The stone cracked slightly, but the wall held.
Aegisclad stood calmly behind it, shield planted, his voice even.
"No matter what you do, you won't break through."
He activated his field.
"[Unyielding Circle]!"
A circular aura pulsed from his boots, locking him to the ground.
Allies inside the zone gained protection. The enemies lost momentum.
His stance was solid—like a fortress.
But as the minutes passed, the battlefield changed.
Aegisclad's expression shifted.
His stance didn't falter, but his arms began to tremble.
Sweat rolled from his temple.
