Clang. Bang. Crack.
The Labrys and the Orc King's heavy axe met again and again in the cleared circle of mud and corpses. Sparks leaped from the blades and died in the wet ground. Each impact rang across the field like a hammer on an anvil, loud enough to make the nearest fighters flinch even while they killed each other.
Gabriella was obviously much stronger than her opponent. That much was plain to anyone with eyes. She turned Garkash's blows aside with almost casual power, forcing him to plant his feet wider and wider as the strength drained from his thick arms.
The Orc King grunted with every exchange, green blood already running from small cuts on his shoulders. Yet the angel still fought as if she were dealing with a lesser creature, something that could never truly threaten her. That small arrogance cost her.
