The chieftain of the Bloodfang Clan, despite his exhaustion, was not done yet.
His pride, his rage, everything inside him refused to allow him to bow down to Volk, especially after being humiliated in front of the other Orc clans.
With a snarl, he lunged forward from his kneeling position, his muscles straining as he hurled his axe at Volk.
The weapon spun through the air with a deadly hiss, aimed straight for Volk's chest.
Whoosh!
But Volk was faster.
He sidestepped the axe with ease, his body moving as though he had expected the attack all along.
The axe sailed past him, clattering loudly against the stone wall behind him with a sharp clang.
The chieftain, furious and now weaponless, charged at Volk again, this time with more desperation in his eyes. His massive hands were outstretched, fingers curled into claws.