Da Sweet Axe is de Weapen 'o' choice

Elenbrand listened to the satisfying “whoosh” as the large two handed sword he had in his hands moved with ease as he waited for his new ‘tutor’. He wondered how huge this guy would be…..Grendel had only had him with the last lumbering oaf for a few weeks before making this latest change. Just as he laid his weapon on the rack with many other practice weapons the door behind El opened and a gruff voice spoke to him in broken Westron, “think ya’d beat anywone wit a pig sticker like that one! The blood in dat head o yours must be getting thin up there.”

Elenbrand turned swiftly with the two handed sword and tried to quickly adjust his aim which flew well over the stalky Dwarfs head.

Doubled over from a blow to belly then a crack to the back of the knees Elenbrand lifted his hands up in a feable gesture aimed at warding off the next blow.

“Get yerself up ya coward before I take me real sweet axe out and cut out that lily liver ye waz born wit” croaked the white haired and weathered skin tutor. “Me names Aurvang Ironfoot and for dis next hour I have de filty task o teachin’ you lot bout real weapons like dis here Axe….nottin. like the Sweet Axe boy…..nocked you down a peg right quick didn’t it?”

“Uh…my name’s Elenbrand….aside from knocking me senseless I didn’t understand a thing you just said except that your Aurvang and that two bladed behemoth is called a Sweet Axe.”

“Das enough…get dat sword again boy and let me beat on ya some more.”

Elenbrand understood enough to pick up his weapon quickly….but it wasn’t until the bruises of many weeks of Aurvang having a bit of fun that Elenbrand decided to come at him with a wooden Sweet Axe of his own.

The young man swung the Sweet Axe admiring the heft and balance even in this wooden replica….maybe this was a better weapon…then he heard the familiar clomp of the Dwarve’s determined stomp and crash as the door flew open. ‘Ah good’thought Elenbrand ‘he’s surprised to see me with the axe in my hand’.

“Get yourself ready boy. De Sweet Axe ain for de faint of heart. Prepare for a beatin, first to knock de odder down buys de pints.”
….Later at the closest tavern to Grendels……”Yere lucky boy I wont drink more den fourscore ale since ya were able to get one shot in on me. Hate ta admit yer getting’ better…but dats what happens when ya swing da Sweet Axe. Yere hooked.”

Sure enough some weeks later Grendel tested Elenbrand’s progress pitting two swordsman on him. The Sweet Axe was sweet indeed.