Axe and Sword
The axe stopped in the warrior's shield, and no matter how hard he tried, all of Boli's attacks were somehow blocked by that same shield.
Boli was a paladin and as such he lived all his life believing that he is better than any warrior, a holy warrior.
But Doran was not just any warrior. From the moment he learned how to walk he was fighting, training, becoming stronger and stronger. His ambition was far greater than that of any paladin.
And now here they stood. Locked in battle. Shield against the shield, axe against the sword. Each fighting to overcome the defences of the other.
They weren't so different in a way. One was a dwarven paladin, the other a tauren warrior. But they both wanted the strenght to protect, to protect family, friends and homeland, and all others that needed and deserved protection. Both were born leaders and both were ready to sacrifice everything for those they cared for. In a way they were the same. They could have been friends were they not sworn enemies.
But enemies they were and fighting to the dead. the battle went on. As it would seem they were evenly matched.
Doran was hitting hard and blocking with his doorlike shield, while Boli was trying to strike fast and mostly dodge the tauren's attacks. But with all the moving around the dwarf was getting tired, for him it was a battle not of strength but of stamina and willpower. Doran's size was giving him a big advantage in brute strength, but was also making him a bigger and easier to hit target for his opponent. the giant warrior was already bleeding from several places, he was now hoping to finish it fast with one clean blow. He was strong enough to cut the dwarf in half, if only the little pest would stop jumping around and stayed still for a second.
Boli was getting tired, his movements slower. This fight was going to end soon, one way or the other.
The tauren raised his sword and then struck down with the determination to kill. Boli just wasn't fast enough to dodge this time, he tried to raise his shield, but it was all in vain. Seeing where his attack would land, Doran used the force of his entire body, he put all his might into the blade. The sword cut through shield, armor, flesh and bone, splitting the paladin from shoulder to chest, shattering all the ribs. The giant pulled out his sword. He grinned with satisfaction, tasting the enemy's blood all over his body.
Boli was drawing in his last breaths of air. Falling. So slow, as if he was falling for hours. Everything was so slow, so quiet, so calm. And then he felt it. The light. The light filing his body, his soul, his mind with strength, with live, live when he should have been dead. He stepped back to keep his balance, dropped his shield and swung his axe with both hands. Doran just did not have the time to react, his face went from the smile of a victor to one of pain and total horor. The axe went thru his stomach, leaving a clean cut. The mighty tauren warrior felt on his knees. He knew he was a goner, he accepted dead, the only thing he hoped for was that that damn paladin would at least finish him of fast. And Boli did. He was a dwarf taught of honor, valor and respect for life. He raised his axe and with words to the light he chopped of the horned head ending the agony of his enemy.
Victorious, alive, he was leaving the battlefield, going home, back to his beloved Ironforge. But he was sure to remember and never forget this glorious battle and the tauren warrior that almost cut him in two. Doran was his name, but Boli did not know or care. For him he was just another tauren, but one with honor, one who has earned his respect.
The End
First time trying anything like that and english is not my native language, so I am open for any kind of advice, even grammar.