The Strings of Fate - Part 2

But Gorm took a step in, far faster than he had before. His axe shot out again, viciously fast. An overwhelming attack, without the slightest shred of exertion upon his face. It became clear to Lombard then, that the giant had been holding back.

"Of course you had…" Lombard murmured, a wry smile on his face. "That will come back to bite you, though."

Gorm did not care what the man had to say. He saw past the smile. He knew it to be bravado by now. They was nothing more the man could do. After all, he'd failed to bring his blade back in time – that parry had cost him far too much. And now, his hand flew through the air, and a river of blood ran from where Gorm had severed it.

'Credit to the man,' Gorm thought. 'He did not even flinch.'