Lanz lowered into a wide stance, his left foot was forward, and his left was angled back for balance.
Both of his knees were bent just enough to keep his weight centered, every muscle set like a spring.
His sword hovered near his helmet, both hands gripping the hilt, blade tilted back at a diagonal.
Shoulders squared, gaze locked forward, he looked less like he was posing and more like he was already imagining a victory... but let's be honest here, he was probably just posing to f*cking show off his drip.(Shameless bastard)
Suddenly, an axe immediately came at him in a heavy horizontal swing, the axe-hobgoblin stepping into the motion like he meant to split Lanz in half on the first strike.
But Lanz ducked just in time, the weapon cutting through air with a loud snap as it passed inches above his head, but he didn't wait to admire the dodge.
