As a veteran who had fought countless battles, Blackhand finally woke from the berserk rage brought on by Corrupted Blood. He understood now—this was Yrel's scheme. She had been provoking him, because anger would make Blackhand unable to resist putting more force into his attacks. The stronger the force, the less control he would have over himself, and the more his agility would suffer.
So, when he attacked again, Blackhand finally stopped relying on brute strength to overwhelm her and instead chose to clash with Yrel head-on. Warhammer met warhammer, throwing off fierce sparks.
When Blackhand's weapon collided head-on with Yrel's for the second time, Yrel also realized that Blackhand had seen through her tactics.
Thus, the leaders of their respective races finally met in direct combat.
"Die! Die!"
Blackhand controlled his fury. His warhammer and "Blackhand" still moved like lightning, but this time, he reduced his strength and focused more on accuracy. The effect was obvious: within the span of a breath, he struck Yrel's warhammer and shield more than a dozen times in succession, battering her until she could barely raise her head—the girl's arms gradually went numb beneath Blackhand's frenzied assault, and she was beginning to lose her grip on her warhammer and shield.
So this was... the leader of this savage race? They might only be indigenous barbarians, but they had their own extraordinary strengths. No wonder they had driven the Draenei into such desperate straits.
With that thought, Yrel gritted her teeth and poured the power of the Holy Light into her crystal warhammer. Taking advantage of a brief lull in Blackhand's fierce offensive, she suddenly smashed downward, striking Blackhand squarely on the wrist, then swung her hammer horizontally.
"Judgment!"
The warhammer blazing with Holy Light struck Blackhand in the chest. His breastbone nearly shattered,