Dust choked the air, stinging Gresvin's eyes as he hurried after the two recruits who had run out before him. Ahead, two pairs of men vaguely appeared in his line of sight. The recruits had caught up with the bandits and were locked in battle.
To his left, a young man with a shock of red hair was locked in battle with a larger bandit. Sweat gleamed on his brow, and the falx sword felt heavy in his hand. The bandit was slightly larger than himself, but he stood defiantly before him as the bandit swung his massive axe with a crazed roar.
The recruit managed to block the blow, the clang of steel and brute strength resonating through the street. With that clash, both men were forced two steps back. They clashed with only their strength and seemingly no technique. Both men were going at it, and there was no clear evidence of the battle swaying on either of their sides.