PoV Forren
The frogman Hero wielded two axes as his weapon, and he had a large broadsword by his right side. Upon closer look, I realized the tattoos were depicting a bunch of snakes on his body. The moment he breached the reinforced gate, he immediately set his eyes on me and charged forward.
"Retreat! Retreat! Don't face that monster head-on! Don't give the enemy even an inkling of hope!" I shouted as I began to run away.
Enemy morale was probably record low; we needed just one small push, and all of the infantry units would start deserting. From that point on, one victory was just a matter of time, but I had forgotten to check what other mythic or epic grade units Gale had brought with him.
The hero made a leap forward, headed straight towards me, swinging the small axe on his right hand at me. To avoid his right axe, I turned to the right side and almost had my head cut off by the other weapon. He simply raised his left arm and almost cut off my head.
