The moment the yeti started to overextend itself, preparing for a more forceful wallop, Borris' lips turned upwards. The older dwarf curled his toes, steadied his waist and summoned all the strength he could muster in his arms.
"[Hammering anvil]!" With a loud roar red energy formed around the hammer's face and Borris' eyes revealed the weak points of his enemy.
With great speed and delicate precision Borris caught the monster unaware. The yeti too engrossed in its own windup was easy pickings.
Don!
With a loud don Borris' hammer struck across the yeti's cheek, shattering its lower jaw and dislodging more than a few of its teeth.
The mighty beast was knocked from its feet due to the sudden concussive force. It fell hard against the snow as stars danced in its eyes, its mind muddled by the blow.
