Turning of the Tables - Part 3

But just before Vol came in, he increased his speed all at once. The simplest of all tactics for bringing down a weaker foe. Rast's guard tracked Vol's axe far too slowly. The massive curve of Vol's blade swam past the arm, and dug deep in underneath the shoulder, before speeding through into the ribs, shattering them one by one. Only when it passed the spine did it begin to lose its speed. When Vol's axe came to a halt, the top half of Rast's torso was all but severed.

Savagely, Vol twisted his axe, and finished the job, pushing the top half of Rast's body away from the rest of it.

"B-brother," whispered Bert, as he was forced to watch. He'd seen many men brutally dismembered, but not turned his heart quite like this. He thought he had mastered his rage long ago, but now it built up, with a swarm of hatred. He was charging forward recklessly before he even knew what he was doing.