(Execution Livestream Continuation, 'The Pit')
Helmuth closed the distance in a heartbeat, the inferno around him compressing into a tight, violent sheath that allowed his battle axe to come down with the kind of flurry that made mortals flinch even when they were safely behind shields.
"ARGHHH!"
He roared, as the livestream arrays struggled to keep his movement coherent, frames stuttering as though the cameras themselves could not agree on where he was.
However, despite his barbaric charge, Soron did not retreat.
He simply shifted one foot, as though stepping aside for a passerby, while his shoulders rotated a fraction late and a fraction early at the same time, as he allowed the axe to descend into stone that cracked only after the blade had already passed through it, the sound arriving half a beat delayed as if reality needed an extra moment to accept what had been done to it.
*CRACK*
The first blow should have ended it.
