He heard the laboured wheeze escape from the mans lungs and found the strength to even bear his shield had waned shortly before it slipped from his grasp and landed with a thud on the grass. His feet felt as if they had become mountains as he trudged forward and his mouth agape at the sight that had set before him, his fingers loosing the axe he once held with what he believed to be the might of his forebears.
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