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On his platform, Nibo faced four opponents his own size and adjusted his grip on his axe with the particular satisfaction of someone who'd been hoping for a real challenge.
Not because he didn't care about what had happened to Akhil—the kid had been smart, had been useful, had been the kind of tactical thinker that made Nibo's straightforward approach to violence actually work in complicated situations.
But because Nibo had learned a long time ago that you couldn't think your way through everything.
Sometimes you just had to hit things until the problem resolved itself.
And right now, he had four very large problems that needed hitting.
The first opponent came in with a overhead chop that would have split a normal fighter in half. Nibo met it with his axe, the impact sending a shockwave across the platform that cracked stone, both fighters locked in a test of pure strength.
The other three moved while he was engaged.
