The same hand, with a decisive gesture and a rotation of the wrist, bent half the young man's neck, breaking it and dropping his corpse to the ground.
It was the hand of Sander, whose physical strength was incredible: his body, during that battle, had managed to withstand multiple enemy attacks without even trying to parry them, during which the blades of the enemies' weapons bounced on it emitting little sparks as if it was made of metal.
After hearing the word 'commander' coming out of the young enemy's mouth, Dag had no more doubts about the identity of the man on the ground in front of his feet, who despite his high rank, at that moment trembled like a frightened rabbit, moving his hands forward and begging him to spare his life.
Dag rested a foot on his chest and waved the axe at his neck.
