Following on from here
Quicker that he looked, Hringir dashed side-ways and the crude axe crashed into the stone surface where he had been, the axe clove straight into the rock. As quick as his sidestep, the dwarf lashed out with his axe, aiming for the neck of his opponent. Baran-Thul had anticipated the move and caught the haft of the axe with his free hand and rammed his forehead down into the dwarf’s.
Hringir felt his nose break as the force of the blow bent his nose-guard into his face. Blood flowed down his beard as his head recoiled backwards from the blow, his helm flying free. He stumbled down the slope they had been battling on.
The orc had let go of his embedded weapon and had instead held his grip on the foeman’s weapon instead as the dwarf rolled to a stop some meters below him on the slope. Baran-Thul transferred the weapon into his right hand. The handle was far too small, but the weapon was sharp and very sturdy. He realized suddenly that the dwarf had not halted his terrible death-dirge.
To be continued...
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