"Shut up," Gazz said, spitting at Vol's feet. "We've already made our decision. We don't need you to lecture us on it, madman. You'll pay for what you did – we have no intention of losing just yet. Every one of their lives that you've taken, we'll demand payment now!"
The burly young man rushed in with his greatsword, bellowing a battle cry full of pure emotion. Nolan watched the charge, his face anguished, as he fiddled with his sword, and tried to come to his decision.
Vol met the attack head-on, using but a single arm and his massive axe to redirect the two-handed side swipe that Gazz delivered his way. There was weight to the strike, that was true, but the way Vol was now, there was no chance someone like Gazz could touch him. Nolan, at least, seemed to realize that.
