The two towering enemies loomed over Bjorn like twin specters of death, their monstrous forms radiating a suffocating presence. Their grotesque features twisted in amusement at the lone warrior before them, their golden swords gleaming under the dim industrial lights of Ironclad Hall. Yet, despite their sheer size and overwhelming power, Bjorn did not flinch.
Without warning, Bjorn tossed his axes high into the air.
The spinning blades gleamed as they soared upward, catching the attention of both Severian and Malphas. Their instincts betrayed them, their demonic eyes tracking the weapons for a fraction of a second.
That second was all Bjorn needed.
THOOM!
Malphas's gut caved in as Bjorn's right fist smashed into him like a cannonball. The force was so immense that a spray of blood erupted from Malphas's mouth, his massive body collapsing to his knees as a strangled, guttural gasp escaped him. His monstrous form trembled, his limbs momentarily refusing to respond.
