Grakk stood motionless for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on me as though trying to measure something beyond what was visible.
Then, without warning, he turned toward the goblin who had made the report, and his axe moved in a single, clean arc.
The blade cut through the air with brutal efficiency, and the goblin's head separated from his body before he even had time to react. It hit the stone walkway once before rolling to a stop, while the body remained upright for a fraction of a second longer before collapsing.
The report had been accurate.
But for some reason, it hadn't mattered. Rest in peace, poor goblin.
Grakk bent down calmly, as if retrieving a dropped tool rather than the severed head of his subordinate. His massive hand wrapped around the scalp, lifting it effortlessly.
And then he threw it.
WHOOSH!
The head tore through the air toward me with enough speed to make the sound whistle faintly, and my eyes widened as I was a bit surprised at the force behind the motion.
