Still, the shieldman was disconcerted now. He turned his arm to fend off the axe, and Garth’s sword slid into his left armpit, making good use of the overman’s superior reach and speed.
Behind Garth, the door started to open again, and he slammed it shut with his foot, throwing himself off balance for a moment, unable to pursue the momentary advantage he had gained. The mace-wielder came at him again; Garth turned, parried the mace with his axe, met sword with sword, and drove both back by sheer strength. When he had forced the soldier’s arms up so that the man had to retreat or fall backward, Garth pulled the axe down the shaft of the mace and twisted, yanking the mace from the human’s weakened grip.
While he did this, however, his left side presented an open invitation to the two shiel
