Elder Dragon ducked under a swing from Grommash's axe, retaliating with a swift thrust towards his opponent's chest. The axe-wielder deflected the blow with his weapon, the impact sending sparks flying into the air. The two combatants circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills.
With a roar that shook the heavens, Grommash unleashed a devastating overhead strike, his axe descending like a falling mountain. Elder Dragon raised his sword in a desperate block, the clash of steel ringing out as their weapons met. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the pass, soldiers stumbling and falling to their knees.
The battle continued a relentless exchange of blows, each strike carrying the weight of their determination and skill. Elder Dragon's sword danced through the air, his movements fluid and precise. Grommash's axe swung with brutal force, every strike threatening to change the course of the battle.
