Perhaps Blackhand had misjudged her because she had shown weakness throughout their journey, underestimating his opponent's strength. Or perhaps he had underestimated the explosive power brought by the Holy Light and shadow. In any case, Blackhand had never expected Yrel to block his fierce assault.
No, she had done more than merely block it.
After launching a series of aggressive attacks, the Horde's Warchief had left himself wide open. That would not have mattered against an opponent incapable of fighting back, but Yrel was not one of the frail "Talbuk" Blackhand usually encountered. On the contrary, she was a powerful "thunder elephant," a proud lion.
After blocking Blackhand's attack, Yrel, who had always carried her two-handed warhammer in one hand, deftly extended her left hand, slipped her shield onto her wrist, then gripped the warhammer with both hands and launched her counterattack.
Holy: Raging Seal!
Shadow: Frenzied Rune!
Bolstered by both the Holy Light and shadow, Yrel erupted with tremendous power in an instant.
Blackhand's warhammer was instantly knocked aside by the sudden force.
At that moment, the Draenei Exarch's amethyst-like eyes had turned completely crimson. Gripping her hammer in both hands, she raised it high behind her head with the momentum of her swing, then brought it down with all her strength.
"You—"
By then, Blackhand had no time to dodge or parry. He could only raise his right hand before his face as the purple crystal warhammer smashed straight toward him.
"Bang—"
Yrel's strength might have been inferior to Blackhand's, but this strike, enhanced by both light and shadow, was still immensely powerful. The Horde's Warchief was sent flying several meters and crashed into a cloud of dust.
"Crack—"
Though his obsidian-like right hand spared Blackhand from having his face smashed in on the spot, that did not