Sol didn't slow down. He cleared the five paces between them in a single, blurred stride.
The captain let out a desperate, panicked roar and swung his heavy club in a wide horizontal arc, hoping to catch Sol's neck.
Sol didn't even bother to parry. He simply ducked his head, letting the stone club shatter uselessly against the thick shoulder plate of his Rockhorn carapace.
The impact kicked up a shower of sparks but didn't even shift Sol's balance.
Before the captain could pull the club back for another swing, Sol's right hand shot out like an iron vice, clamping directly onto the brute's thick tusk. With a brutal, downward jerk, he slammed the captain's face straight into his rising knee.
SMASH.
The captain's jaw shattered into a dozen pieces, his teeth flying out in a bloody spray. As the heavy body stumbled backward, Sol brought the Dreadwing Blade down in a savage, diagonal stroke that cut from the left collarbone all the way down to the right hip.
