The giant swung a golden-bladed ax at Sylas, the sweeping downward motion causing the wind to howl.
Sylas sidestepped.
The blade whistled by him, and just as the man was about to retract it, Sylas raised a foot and stomped down.
The wrist of the giant shattered, his body tilting forward and his blade burying itself into the ground.
Using the strength of his stomp, Sylas drove himself up, plowing a knee right through the bottom of the giant's chin.
The snap and crackle of bones echoed, the rattling of teeth and the spewing of blood filling the battlefield.
In the same fluid motion, Sylas' body pivoted through the air, his heel slamming against the side of the giant's temple. The Scorned Wraps danced in the wind, wrapping tightly around his ankle as his blow connected.
The blow was both crunchy and wet, and it only got worse as Sylas' hip flexed, driving his leg down in an arc and slamming the giant's head into the ground.
