The same axe swing that had claimed a life, and blocked a blow, soon swam into a low strike towards the attacking man's leg. He caught him in the thigh, and then blocked a blow from the side with his shield. Everything was exactly where it ought to have been. The actions of three men were simplified into one, and nothing surprised Vol. All of them were brought low, without a chance of fighting back.
"By all the Gods…" a Sea Serpent man said. He was nothing more than the lowliest of raiders. His was a name that even his Commander would often forget, unless he was reminded of it. They called him Yodry, for what it was worth, but he knew history would not remember such a name, in the same way that his Commander would not.
