He rolled to his feet, panting.
His left hand shook. Vision doubled and every breath hurt.
The enemy came again, slowly.
Kael smiled through blood-stained teeth.
They clashed once more. Kael ducked under wild swings, darting in with precise strikes. The enemy blocked with raw strength, forcing Kael back with each step.
Then the terrain shifted again.
The canyon floor cracked beneath Kael's feet. A ledge collapsed behind him, forcing him to retreat toward a narrow ledge near the cliff face.
A trap.
He was being cornered.
The greathammer lifted high for the final blow.
Kael didn't retreat. He charged in.
The weapon came down and Kael slid beneath it, knees screaming in protest. Dust exploded as the hammer struck the ground.
Kael came up on the other side, dagger flashing in a reverse grip...
And drove it into the back of the giant's knee.
