The massive weight of Braun's axe pressed down mercilessly on Seraphine, pinning her to the ground.
"Arghhhh..."
She gritted her teeth, her muscles trembling as she struggled to push back against the enormous force. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her fingers clenched around the hilt of her sword, refusing to let go. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to shift her weight, but Braun's strength was suffocating, relentless.
CRACK.
The ground beneath her sword broke under the pressure, fractures spreading outward in all directions. Seraphine's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. But before she could even think of a counter, Braun shifted, his cold, dead eyes still locked on her.
To her horror, his free hand moved with deliberate slowness, reaching over his broad back and gripping the handle of his second axe.
