Goldenhold
Chapter 28: Divine Battle
The weapons collided mid air. The two fighters both recoiled a step, the goblin laughing and the dwarf having a slight expression of fear. This goblin was going to be an actual battle, and he was going to have to actually fight to win.
Amud kicked him in the chest, making him fall down into the blood, covering him with a new coat as if it was paint. Amud stabbed at him, but misjudged where Karakzon fell. Karakzon stood once more, blocking Amud’s next swing and then counter attacking to his left thigh.
Karakzon’s axe was fast but Amud’s sword could only be faster, being perfectly aerodynamic it traveled to block just in time, deflecting Karakzon’s blow down into the body of a dead dwarf, a fellow warrior at arms.
Karakzon sent an uppercut, the only feasible move in his current position. He was lucky- he gave Amud a nice cut along his right thigh, the commander’s blood joining the pool of the dead drop by drop.
The goblin screeched, and then laughed at the pain, as if it was really not there. Karakzon couldn’t help but take a step back after managing to find his way up. The cut was deep, and even though it was hard to tell because everything was red, there was a steady stream of blood coming from it, constantly pouring out the life of the goblin.
Amud landed the next blow at the dwarf’s ankle, then blocked an attack to his own thigh, and missed another blow to the right arm. He jumped back five feet onto a small pile of dead goblins despite the leg wound, and ran his hand along the blade to clean it, blood drooling from it. He smiled at the dwarf as the defender limped over to the body pile, cutting down the forest of bodies to get to the goblin.
The goblin backed up, then jumping over the dwarf struck him from the back, sliding the blade in between the warrior’s ribcage. Luckily for the dwarf, no organs were hit. Unluckily, blood drained and joined the pool.
But before the goblin could pull his sword out, the dwarf turned around, the blade sticking out of him like a spike, pulling it out of the goblin’s hand. The goblin could only give off a look of surprise before having his right arm totally severed from his body in one swing.
The goblin went to his knees, clutching the stump of his right arm. The defender walked up, raising his axe to lop off the commander’s head. “In the name of Goldenhold and all that is holy, I kill you, scourge of the land. You fight well, but I fight better.” He started to bring the axe down to the goblin’s neck... The goblin lowered his left hand....
The dagger in Karakzon’s heart made him fall instantly, the handle blade of the sword barely sticking above the pool of blood. Amud brought himself to his feet, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and tore it free of the drowning body.
“I think doing things in the name of Armok works better, dwarf. I learned that a thousand years ago.”
He dragged himself back to his army, sneering. “WHAT ARE YOU RASCALS WAITING FOR! THIS is WAR!”
They charged the gate, a few going back to the humans with plans....
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Topic: The Age of Myth: Goldenhold (A DF Novel Length Story) (Read 115841 times)