The shadow of Tragg's massive silhouette drowned Adam. The orc's half-moon axe whistled in a diagonal slash, the brutal trajectory reflected in Adam's sky-blue eyes; it would split him from his left shoulder down to his right hip.
Adam slashed upward, meeting the crushing blow with his own axe. A shockwave blasted outwards, his legs slightly bending under the force of the impact. The clangor barely lasted for a heartbeat before the cheers of the crowd overwhelmed every other sound.
Tragg pressed down, thick veins pulsing like snakes beneath his taut skin. His tusks jutted out from pursed lips that leaked ferocious saliva. Adam's legs bent a little more, his arms straining to resist the pressure driving both axes closer to his chest. Beneath his feet, hairline cracks began to spread across the rocks' surface.
