To defeat, the Huns

Balrog watched Citadel dart off with his usual excitement, but he remained calm and focused, taking his time. He padded through the woodland, scanning the ground for something more than just a random stick. Wylan's words about balance echoed in his mind, and he knew he needed something sturdy, not too thick but strong enough to support a blade.

After a few moments, his eyes landed on a fallen branch, smooth and straight. He carefully tested its weight in his paw before nodding to himself. Satisfied, he returned to Wylan, the branch held firmly in his jaws, ready to continue.

"Balrog"