Writing Snippet #4

Following on from here

They had been hacking and slashing through scores of the foe before they had reached each other, no other warrior had slowed them down. They had traded blows for over an hour as the last of either force had died. Baran-Thul had been knocked off his feet as Hringir had executed the last of the orc clan.

Now they were all that remained.

Neither could tell who started first, the orc began to roar his rage as the dwarf responded in a deep bass tone, a war-dirge of terrible power and sadness. A simultaneous shove sent both combatants stumbling. Hringir went down on one knee and readied his weapon, while the orc gathered himself in a charge, swinging down one handed with massive strength.

To be continued...