The midday sun still shone, but now it carried the light of a narrow escape from death. Beneath the sun, the fierce battle raged on between the personal guard and the eagerly observing warriors from both sides.
Xiulote admired Totec's retreating figure. Following that direction, he saw the nearby Tizoc Royal Banner with envy. Further ahead, a charging squad of Jaguar warriors caught his attention, led by two familiar figures fearlessly assaulting under the royal banner.
"This is bad, very bad!" Seeing his father and Olosh, Xiulote swiftly realized the situation. He suddenly leaped up, seizing Aweit's arm.
"Quick, Aweit, we must charge towards Tizoc. My father and the others can't hold back Totec alone!"
"Yes! The moment has come, we cannot let Tizoc slip away!"