"You're out of your league!"
Breil Blackhoof glared intensely at the unimposing middle-aged dwarf standing in front of him. Rage ignited from the depths of his heart, and with a coarse and thunderous roar, he hoisted his twin heavy battle axes high into the air.
The increased frenzied and bloodthirsty powers had his already massive muscles swelling even further. His eyes, as dark as copper bells, shifted from black to red. His vast body shuddered on the spot, and he suddenly burst forth with speed that belied his muscular build. In the blink of an eye, he was before Mercury Core Fernan, forcefully swinging down the cleaving axe streaming with lines of blood shadow, directly flattening it towards the latter.
Note, it was a "smash" and not a "chop," considering Mercury Core held the title of Duke in the Violet Empire. If Blackhoof hadn't restrained his strength, aiming to split this cumbersome dwarf in two, he wouldn't have become the leader of the slave-catching group.
