You rain blow after blow into his side as he slams into you. Your battleaxe strikes against steel. He slashes for your neck with his dagger, but the weapon catches and deflects off of mail.
You take a step back to open and swing for his head. Your weapon connects with the side of his helmet. The sound of metal on metal rings through the air.
His head jerks to the side with the force of the blow, and he stumbles and turns around
You drive your axe into the back of the knee joint. It slams against mail but fails to break through. Instead, the raw force from the strike cracks the bone beneath. The joint pops.
The rebel cries out in pain and spins around, swinging his fist in an arc. You take a quick step back. His fist fails to reach you.
And then his leg gives out from under him.
He falls forward, thrown off-balance by his own punch. He collapses onto the ground, chest first. You rush forward to deliver the death blow.
You discard your battleaxe to the side and draw your own dagger. You kick the rebel in the side of the helmet. He rolls onto his back from the force of the blow. You drop to one knee and wrench his visor up.
You see the disorientation and terror in his eyes. He has just enough time to realize what's about to happen before you drive your dagger through his eyesocket.
You wipe the gore from your dagger and slide it back into its sheath, then retrieve your battleaxe and turn around.
You look down at the dead rebel for a few moments, your blood-soaked weapon loose in your grip. You blow out a breath and look away from the grisly sight.
And leave the body behind.
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