[i]Zande pulled free his other axe and walked right up to the knight, swinging his right one up overhead whilst bearing the left before himself to defend with. Thick tendons sought to escape the dark flesh covering his bulging right bicep, the wildman actually winding full up for a strike of immense power. Judging by the size of the gnarly battle axes, even a glancing blow to the torso would rend asunder the unfortunate that had been on the recieving end, their soul leaving their body forthwith and with no remedy.[/i]