The dwarf was furious, his face twisted into a mask of rage that made the scars covering his skin seem even more grotesque. He landed a deadly combo on the elf, his movements a blur of brutal efficiency that showed his superior hand-to-hand combat.
His first strike caught her across the ribs with his reinforced gauntlet, cracking bone despite her magical barriers. Before she could recover, he followed with an elbow to her jaw that snapped her head back violently. The third blow was a knee to her midsection that drove the air from her lungs. The elf had played all her cards so she was left at his mercy.
The elf tried to counter, tried to summon defensive magic, but the dwarf's tools were already disrupting her connection to mana. Each strike came faster than she could process, overwhelming her defenses through sheer aggression.
