The Aberrant Demon's thigh slanted to the right, his shin to the left, with the knee just beside Bruto's left hand—his swing completely missed the target.
Naturally, the enemy wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. With a swift hack of its long-handled pincers, Bruto could only barely deflect the attack with his shield, but it still left a huge gash on his thigh.
"Damn mongrel!"
Blood filled the dwarf's eyes as Bruto let out a furious roar. He charged again, his leg wound unnoticeable thanks to a sudden surge of adrenaline.
With a fierce lift of his shield-bearing left hand, the top edge of the shield met the enemy's chin with what could only be described as enthusiasm. This maneuver, purely instinctual for a dwarf, was so powerful that the Aberrant Demon's twisted fangs pierced through its own tongue, emerging from under the chin.
The unnatural strike momentarily stunned the Aberrant Demon, but the demon's constitution allowed it to recover quickly.
