Yarmagül calmly raised her giant axe above her head, holding it from the bottom of the long handle with both hands. A terrifying image was formed when viewed from the opposite side; despite this, her opponent attacked rapidly towards her.
He was fighting in his own lands, with the support of his friends; while he had the wind at his back, if he hesitated, his end would be disappointment. As he approached, the image of his opponent waiting motionlessly began to strike fear into his heart; he gritted his teeth and swung his large shield from the front at the enemy to do his duty.
Yarmagül was watching what happened with all seriousness; she met the attack coming towards her torso with a swing she executed from top to bottom. The event repeated many times since the beginning of the war happened again; the Glacial Region warrior taking the blow would be hurled back a step and leap forward.
Although there was no difference in appearance, the calm warrior would notice a change in the pressure formed on his shield. While uneasiness covered his inside, the sound of snow being crushed behind him reached his ears. When he turned rapidly and took a defensive stance, he saw his opponent, who had made a frontal attack just a moment ago, pass behind him and was about to execute a horizontal cut.
He was left in amazement; when had his adversary been able to pass behind him during a mere one-step retreat? No matter how much the Glacial Region warrior thought, it wouldn't be possible for him to find the truth; perhaps there was no one other than Nafız who could figure out what happened.
After getting her hands on the technique book, Yarmagül didn't stop practicing even during her pregnancy; the disaster she experienced wouldn't be able to prevent her from studying the theory of the ability. As she said, she hadn't fully mastered it; this struggle carried the quality of a trial for her too, to see how much she had progressed.
In her strike clashing with the shield, she hadn't released all the energy onto her opponent; using a part of it in her own momentum, she had hurled herself towards the opposite side. Despite the creator of the technique having a weak structure, she seemed to have grasped the logic of this technique she applied with a giant weapon thanks to extraordinary energy control.
The aim wasn't to make a single strike with a violent blow, but to be like waves hitting the shore ceaselessly on a windy day. Yarmagül didn't stop after the second cut either; while her opponent's shield was hurled to the right side, with quick footwork, she made an attack from the side to the exposed back region.
The orc opposite her was still maintaining his calm; he put his equipment he mastered in the path of the incoming blow and reached for his short axe with his other hand. Although he appeared as a person specialized only in defense, he was a warrior who knew a fight couldn't be won without attacking.
The stance Yarmagül took during the last strike had many open points; it would be a miracle if she didn't receive a heavy wound after an attack to be made now. Thinking this, her opponent also went on the attack, but a surprise would meet him on the way.
Yarmagül, fixing her weapon bouncing off the shield to the ground, had jumped into the air with the energy returning to her body and prepared her right foot to throw an axe kick. The female orc was her father's daughter; with her physique larger than an adult male orc, she was descending upon the Glacial Region warrior like a nightmare.
The cool-headed warrior barely dodged to the side; the sound that followed was many times over the noise his shield made when it hit the ground before. He had escaped a fatal blow; he needed to open the distance urgently and catch his rhythm again.
Of course, these were his thoughts; what passed through his opponent's mind were completely different things. The female orc, who grabbed her weapon by the tip as soon as she landed, was targeting her adversary's knees.
The struggle wouldn't end for the Glacial Region warrior wanting to move away; when he managed to escape the first blow, he saw the female orc continuing to come at him spinning in a crouching position. He was in amazement; wouldn't this attack series end?
Saying one, two, the speed of attacks increased further as he parried. What really challenged him was that he couldn't concentrate his attention on a single weapon. Behind every two or three blows he received from the giant axe, a kick with destructive power came from angles he couldn't guess.
This was a key point in the application of the Corte de Viento technique; its creator used his kicks to distract attention. In the orc adaptation, this situation had taken a more interesting turn; Viento's kicks thrown with his weak physique couldn't be the same as the destructive blows of the hulking Yarmagül.
The warrior with the large shield was fighting as if against fifty giant axes. The effects of the stress accumulating gradually had started to show themselves slowly. While his opponent got faster and faster, his reactions were slowing down on the contrary.
Whenever he wanted to go on the attack to take a breath, he found himself face to face with a fatal blow. The circle was narrowing moment by moment; his arms had become unable to carry his shield always with him.
"Bam!"
All these events would happen within twenty breaths; finally, as a result of a blow Yarmagül made by adding all her strength into it, his feet were swept off the ground. The witnessed scene was very magnificent; the warrior hurled backward after the giant axe hit the large shield would fly right into his friends keeping the tempo ceaselessly since the beginning of the fight.
It was a definite victory; all her initial faltering was erased from memories. Everyone, friend or foe, was looking at her with admiration. Although the Glacial Region warriors had been in all kinds of struggles throughout their lives, they hadn't seen such an attack before.
For her own soldiers, this wasn't the first, but this time they were surprised at the combos they witnessed. The faces of Çekiçdöven and his son were smiling; they were watching the female orc standing in the middle of the circle with pride.
"I guess the result is clear. I learned a lot from this struggle; I thank you for this!"
Just as her opponent came to her, when everything was over, Yarmagül responded in the same way. Unlike the previous fight, what happened wouldn't turn into hatred; what happened was a spectacle where two orc warriors displayed their skills.
"I hadn't seen such different methods throughout my long life before. You are lucky, Chief Alyon; your children were born with the ancestors' favor!"
The speaker was Beyaz Ayı; despite losing two fights, there was no trace of panic on his face.
"I think you are not inferior to anyone in this regard, Chief Beyaz Ayı. To prove my words, I chose your son, who is my son-in-law, as our next warrior!"
The place got agitated in an instant. Since the Glacial Region warriors had no information about the subject, the news created a bombshell effect among them. As if being defeated by the person he went to war to take his head wasn't enough, he also had a son-in-law. The gossip cauldron was boiling very fast.
"I don't have a son anymore. If you want to send your son-in-law to the fighting circle, I can have no word to say!"
Beyaz Ayı wasn't giving up his attitude; he was hitting Çekiçdöven where it hurts once more in front of the eyes of the whole tribe. The young commander had bowed his head; no matter what, he wouldn't utter a single word against his father who had great rights over him.
Walking slowly through his warriors, he entered the circle; while wearing simple leather armor, his hands were completely empty. He had returned the hammer he never separated from his side since receiving his name to his father; along with his armor, he would never use it again either.
"Chief Beyaz Ayı, my warrior has stepped onto the field of honor; won't you choose a worthy opponent for him?"
When no opponent emerged from among the Glacial Region tribe warriors for Çekiçdöven standing in the war circle for sixty breaths, Alyon called out to the enemy Chief to choose a person.
"I see the traitor's prestige still lives within my tribe. As you wish, I am sending a worthy opponent for him!
ÇatalBoynuz, step forward!"