Then an explosion of pain erupted up his side and he was flying, out of the smoke and into the air before landing in a heap on the soft ground. The left side of his body was numb from the force of the blow, but he could feel broken ribs grind as he tried to stand. He struggled to his feet using his power sword to lever himself up. He turned to see the warboss emerging from the smoke, dark blood seeping from a deep cut to its thigh. Ugskraga gripped the axe in both hands and charged, all mirth gone from those baleful eyes.

The Trophy pg. 43