Keith decided to not waste any more time trading words with this uncouth lout. From the dawn of time, the best tool for communication was never the mouth, but the fist!
Punch someone's jaw off and they will accede to your request far better than any diplomatic eloquence could!
Keith burst forward with speed beyond the scope of all Amateur and below spectators, only the Journeymen and above able to follow his rapid steps as he accumulated power in his arms.
He then brought it down in an overhead swing with all his strength. The axe whistled as it tore through the air with such force that Xela's robes were mussed by the ensuing winds.
All of this culminated into a loud 'thop' sound as the sharp blade connected with Gunner's shoulder blade, where he had 'requested' a massage just now!
