The air in the dungeon grew thick with tension as the two warriors faced each other. Grimruk, the black orc, flexed his muscles, gripping his massive two-handed axe in one hand and a heavy mace in the other. Vorgrim stood opposite, his eyes cold and calculating, holding a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, with a halberd strapped to his back and daggers at his legs. Both combatants exuded an aura of lethal determination.
Canna's voice echoed in the chamber, "Begin!"
With a roar that shook the walls, Grimruk charged forward, swinging his axe in a wide arc aimed at Vorgrim's neck. Vorgrim deftly sidestepped, his spear lashing out like a viper to strike at Grimruk's exposed side. The black orc grunted as the spearhead grazed his ribs, but he didn't falter. Instead, he used the momentum of his charge to pivot and bring his mace crashing down towards Vorgrim's head.
