Gax parried a weak sword strike with his massive axe, burst forward, then slammed his fist into the human’s face. Bones crunched. The merchant flopped to the rocky ground, a limp heap. He brought his axe up over his head and set his feet apart.
“Gax!” shouted a familiar voice. “No killing!”
He rolled his eyes and spun around to face Darsil’eit, his elf companion, his arms going slack.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he argued, kicking backward and striking the unconscious human with his heel. Continue reading “Hold my Battleaxe 4 – Gax makes an eagle angry trying to score hallucinogens”