Eithhrim moved his head back swiftly as the axe's blade flew towards him in the fading evening light. Everything seemed to slow as he widened his eyes and focused on the glistening steel, it seemed to dance with the faint light that bounced off of it. It sought its target of flesh, but Eithhrim was not so accommodating. With the successful dodge boosting his confidence, he clenched his own axe's handle and swung it with all of his might. Beads of sweat dropped from his forehead and caught on his reddish brown beard. His axe whistled through the air singing as if it were a youngling in the halls of Grimmvali.
The song was instantly silenced as it was met with Salis' axe. Salis used his axe to hook Eithhrim's and spun to his left. Eithhrim's axe went flying from his hands and clashed against the rocky ground.
Salis smiled. "I thought you might finally have bested me, lad.