Nyssara tilts her head, an amused gleam in her eyes. "Talk big while you can, human. Let's see if you can back it up."
Then, she moves.
The ground cracks beneath her as she lunges forward, her greatshield raised like a battering ram. Gar barely has time to brace before she slams into him. The impact is like a cataclysmic quake. Dust and debris explode outward as his feet dig into the dirt, his body sliding back several meters despite his immense strength.
The force nearly buckles his arms, but he grits his teeth and retaliates. With a roar, he swings his warhammer in a wide arc. The runes on its surface flare, sending out a burst of concussive force.
Nyssara reacts instantly. Her lower limbs—thick, armored arachnid legs—dig into the ground, anchoring her as she raises her shield to absorb the blow. The hammer crashes against it with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
She slides back, but she doesn't falter.
She grins. "Not bad."
