The man stood just over half the height of a full-grown man. His stout, muscular body and short stature marked him as a dwarf. His full plate armor clanged as he walked toward Christopher before suddenly rushing at him with a speed unnatural for his kind.
Clang!
The halberd swung down with immense force, the dwarf's strength on full display. The cobblestone beneath Christopher cracked as his feet sank into the ground. Screeching metal rang out, sparks scattering as the blades clashed.
Christopher felt the full power of the dwarf's blow ripple through his blessed blade, sending shockwaves through his arm and body. If not for the blade being forged from Atlantean steel and blessed by holy power, and if his body hadn't been strengthened by faith, his weapon—and likely his arm—would have shattered.
