100 Words a Day 334

“There was an audible crack as my ax entered his skull. I hardly noticed the jarring that occurs when your blade enters a man’s skull, having split so many skulls and, at the time, being fortunate enough to be possessed of an ax of exceptional quality. Unfortunately, my ax became lodged in the man’s head. I delivered a thrust kick to his companion with my heavy boot before planting it on the dying man’s chest. I freed it with a grunt, receiving a spattering of brains for my trouble, and turned my attention to the man’s companion who was recovering.”