Nyx’s Guild vs. Brotherhood Legion 6    

 

Frigid surged forward, slamming his shoulder into one of the stone pillars, shattering it to clear his path.

 

Gorak narrowed his eyes. "Not bad."

 

But he was already moving again, his massive hammer swinging in a wide arc.

 

Frigid braced, raising his shield just as the weapon crashed against him.

 

The impact sent a shockwave through his arms, the sheer strength behind the blow forcing him back several feet. His boots skidded against the searing-hot rock, the heat biting into him.

 

He gritted his teeth.

 

Gorak was strong.

 

Stronger than he expected.