(Meanwhile, Execution Livestream Continuation, Soron's POV)
*SWOOSH*
Helmuth's axe screamed past Soron's face again, close enough that the heat peeled at his cheek and turned the air into something sharp, as the execution platform buckled under the force of the strike and fractures raced outward like lightning trapped in stone.
Soron twisted through the gap instead of retreating, daggers crossing low as he let the berserker's momentum carry past him, his feet sliding half a step and then another, while Helmuth recovered with brute instinct alone, the axe reversing direction in a way that should have been impossible under normal physics, yet still somehow falling short.
Every exchange carried weight.
