The two dwarves danced about the battlefield, Heavyaxe using agility given by his new form and the gray dwarf using his ability to move through earth like it was mud. Blows were landing, but neither of the black axes managed to land a hit, for each of the dwarves knew well the consequences of a successful hit from these special weapons. Each clash sounded as if an explosion was set off and the ground rumbled. It was obvious to the onlookers that these two beings were very much alike but polar opposites, both being forces of nature.
Eventually, it happened, Brone the Bastard came close to landing a hit with his black axe, and Brone Heavyaxe had no choice but to take advantage of this rare moment, it was a chance for him to destroy the enemy's axe with his own, so he clashed with his own black axe. Both axes were destroyed instantly, causing a tremor to vibrate so fiercely that there was a brief calm. But as stated, it was only brief. Brone the Bastard clenched his fists and began to throw punches and surprisingly enough, Heavyaxe, though his feline fur body was tough enough to handle attacks enough, the unarm attacks from the gray dwarf were strong enough to bruise his opponent, as if they were weapons themselves. Though the gray dwarf was weaponless now, he still his fists; as for Brone Heavyaxe, he allowed his green axe to appear in his now free hand that held the black axe.
The mud around the area solidified. Brone the Bastard was no longer running, but tanking and enduring all hits as he was moving in for counters and initiating attacks. The white mane Heavyaxe returned the gesture, understanding that the enemy was daring to insult the other dwarf. "Do you continue to dodge my fists? Do you admit I am stronger?", though it was not openly said, this is was understood between the two, so Brone Heavyaxe answered by not running away, but remaining in one spot with the other dwarf as the two were wailing upon one another. Fists were slamming into the white mane and the feline body of Heavyaxe while spears and the remaining two axes continued to slam into the diamond skin of the gray dwarf. Surprisingly to Heavyaxe, he noticed his green axe, spellcleaver, didn't negate the diamond skin of the enemy Brone; the spell he casted probably conjured the skin, but the skin itself isn't magical.
Little by little, they pelted one another. Eventually, the diamond skin had fully chipped away until Brone the Bastard was just nearly naked, save for his pants, and with no weapons, but just his fists. This didn't deter the gray dwarf, only strengthen him further through adrenaline. For a moment, Brone Heavyaxe saw himself in the enemy dwarf; he remembered those moments he fought Yuurei until he had lost everything, there was even a moment he fought Kaito until he lost his armor and weapons, and yet he still pushed forward with no hesitation.
This battle was fantastic and both dwarves truly enjoyed it, but for the sake of the war, they dare not admit it. They push forward. Even though Brone the Bastard was drastically slowed because of the frost magic, he was still able to deal great damage with each blow, and despite Brone Heavyaxe, swinging all four of his weapons at great speed given to him by his lion form, the gray dwarf was still standing, enduring the assault like a monster or god.
Then... all stopped. Brone Heavyaxe was heavily breathing as his weapons held still, no longer swinging. He stared at the gray dwarf who stood there, clenching his fists in a boxing stance, but... no longer conscious, but still standing. After a minute of silence, a small handful of the enemy forces came over a large boulder to view the fight, wondering why the destruction had stopped. Though Brone Heavyaxe slowly shrunk and reverted back to his true dwarven form, he gave the onlookers a stern look, letting them know he still had energy to spare. Those onlookers ran away to report the situation.
Brone looked at the enemy Brone who was still standing, though out cold. "Not bad" he said between deep breaths. Then Yuurei's announcement came ringing through the air, followed by cheers, letting everyone know the battle was over.
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