Boom,
An endless shadow crashed down, Ragnar roared towards the sky, the battleaxe in his hand radiating with fierce light, blocking horizontally.
Bang,
The metal column crashed down with unparalleled violence, driving Ragnar's feet a few inches into the ground, cold blue blood beginning to flow from his nose and mouth.
But Karon Gogomola did not stop, this increasingly frenzied Red Dragon lifted the metal pillar and smashed it down upon the Frost Giant's head time and time again.
The reverberating clangs of steel echoed across the mountain top, even causing the hundreds of watching Magma Giants to inadvertently show expressions of pity.
In the sky, Pik Elf Riven called out anxiously, "Karon, stop, if you keep going, that big guy will be beaten to death by you…"
The Ancestral Red Dragon ignored the Little Elf's cry, busy embedding the tens of meters tall Frost Giant inch by inch into the solid ground, leaving only his chest and head exposed.
Crack, crack,
