Go to Hell

"Shit!" Alton cursed under his breath.

He didn't need an injury!

He needed to be at the very top of his game if he was to have any chance of beating this gargantuan fellow.

Alton gripped his right bicep, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

The man seemed satisfied with his work winging Alton, and he turned his unwanted attentions back to Niko.

The soldier backed Niko towards the gum trees with a series of massive swings of his sword, each one enough to kill the man, but all were met and parried by Niko.

Niko was grunting with the effort of defending himself, sweat pouring down his face. Niko had a huge upper body, but this man made him look positively puny in comparison.

"You must have had your feet in a whole lot of shit to grow that tall," grunted Niko.

"Tall joke, huh. Very funny. How about this one. What do you call a man with no arms and no legs?"