"Yer tha' one who's weak," Sybyll shouted as she charged forward, this time striking out with a thrust from the butt of her ax to force Tommin to defend himself before slamming the blade of her ax into his armored shoulder.
Metal screamed as it tore under the force of the blow and the blade of the darksteel axe sheared through links of chain like a tailor's scissors through wool before the edge of the blade cut through the cloth of Tommin's gambeson, tasting flesh and spilling blood at last. As soon as the blade touched flesh, crimson rivulets began to flow upward from the wound, following deep channels in the blade before sinking into hooked, angular runes that pulsed with a lurid red glow.
