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[i]Zande's axe wouldn't be out of its sheathe in time to race Dartega's broadsword, alright. He'd lose that contest, if he tried to win it. He was going to put to use a different asset instead. When Dartega's sword struck the ground, Zande stamped his left foot out to catch the end of the rising blade beneath the curved steel claws of his boot and force the sword back down by bearing his weight forwards, preventing his opponent from easily recovering from the swing in time to beat Zande to the punch. And what a punch it was. If Zande temporarily snagged and trapped Dartega's blade, then in short order his sparth axe would whisper free of its sheathe. It was brought about in a brutal arch, the savage slinging it down full force towards his opponent's right bicep, seeking to rend the metal armor and sunder the arm like a summer sausage, potentially taking it right off below the shoulder.
 
All the while Zande was screaming like a maniac at the top of his voice, shrill and wild. He'd not been about to dodge Dartega's next attack, rather, he had been preparing for the incredible exertion of a diabolically powerful blow, one that could sever a pig carcass in two at a swing.
Dartega might avoid the damage if he released his sword and lunged away. If he tried to tackle Zande, he'd probably wind up with the heavy axe burying itself in his shoulders, back, or skull, maybe somewhere else that would hurt very, very much. Besides that Zande was visibly bristling with knives and other sharp implements. On the ground he'd probably be even more lethal.[/i]