"Show me what you can do." Vargosh's voice rumbled low, filled with challenge.
Axelius chuckled, lips curling into a sharp grin. "How brave," he said, golden eyes twinkling. "Are you seriously wanting to see what I can do?"
He tilted his head slightly, as if mocking Vargosh's question.
Vargosh didn't answer, just stared.
"You'll regret it," Axelius added, lifting his katana and pointing it casually at him.
"Impossible," Vargosh spat. "You're still just a kid. Weak. Small. If you don't want to come at me—"
He raised his axe.
"Then I'll push you to fight!"
With that, Vargosh leapt high into the air, powerful legs launching his huge frame up into the sky. His axe gleamed and aimed straight for Axelius's head.
Below them, the orcs erupted into cheers, their fists raised in celebration as their lord prepared to strike. Crow, watching from a tree nearby, let out a sharp caw but didn't move.
Axelius stood still, head tilted up, watching the Orc Lord falling like a meteor.
