Two Thousand Arrows

The commotion had attracted attention beyond the battlefield.

Several players who had followed Kael from Westfall on their flying mounts finally caught up with the scene.

They slowed as they approached the outskirts of the Scarred Waste, staring down at the enormous gathering of Ironclad members and the lone figure hovering above them.

One rider let out a low whistle.

"Oh, this is good. Unrivaled actually flew all the way here to pick a fight with Ironclad."

"Has to be payback for that contract mess," another player replied. "They forced him out, dragged his name through the mud, and now he's come to settle the score."

A third rider looked down at the mass of players gathering beneath the eagle.

"Wait. Is he seriously planning to fight an entire guild by himself?"

Nobody answered immediately.The sheer imbalance was difficult to ignore.