Hamen's soldiers followed in their wake, their disciplined swordwork finishing what the beasts began.
The barbarians fought with desperate courage, but the sudden reversal of the beasts' allegiance had caught them completely unprepared.
Yet all of this registered as peripheral to Jolthar's awareness, his focus entirely on the massive opponent before him.
Their weapons clashed again and again, each impact more powerful than the last as Dagur called upon his rage and Jolthar drew deeper into his newfound power.
The ground beneath their feet began to crack and splinter from the force of their contest, and those nearby—barbarian and county soldier alike—instinctively gave them wider berth.
