A powerful strike at the spear itself!

You growl as you grasp your hammer by the middle and bring it upwards in a short swing aimed at the spear itself. You had struck enough blows at it that it should be weakened now, you decide. Your weapon was one gifted to you by your Dark Master, after all. It was superior to an instrument of mere wood. Surely, after having taken so many of your weapon's blows, the spear had to be weakened. It would not withstand another blow from the hammer. It would give way and, when it did, you would capitalize and bring the Beast-kin down!

This was your plan as you swung the hammer upwards, the obsidian head of the hammer hurtling towards the black wood shaft of the spear hurtling down towards you. Your weapons impact with one another, a thunderous impact resounding through the clearing as they do. Your hammer hits dead on and the spear...bends. It bends as it had throughout the fight, the black wood surprisingly supple and, now you see, strong because of it. It bends and does not break and, moreover, it continues down despite your attack.

For, in your blind trust in your equipment, you forgot the cardinal rule of such things: it is not the weapon, but the one who wields it. And the one who wields the spear is a powerful brute of a Beast-kin and his strength is immense. Your blow, aimed only to strike sharply rather than powerfully, is not enough to stop the spear's descent when it is powered by all the muscle-power that Balthor can bring to bear. Instead, it can only slow it down enough to keep it from immediately bashing your skull in.

Instead, the impact sends you down to your knees and sends your weapon out of your hands and onto the ground. You start to move to retrieve it, but, in that moment of weakness, Balthor struck, using the rebound from the impact between spear and hammer to spin and bring the spear forward in a thrust that impales you through the stomach cleanly. The stone spearhead pierces through your armor and flesh more due to Balthor's strength of body than the power of his weapon, sliding through your midsection and bursting out your back in a bloody spurt.

You cough and blood spills from your lips as you feel your life's blood spill from you and your strength ebb. You are lifted from your knees and into the air as Balthor lifts his spear up to hold you like a spitted hare. He gives you a predatory grin as he shakes the spear, causing agony to surge through you and more blood to escape you as you howl in pain. He laughs at this as he gestures to the other beast-kin and you see them move towards your followers.

"I told you, goblin. I would impale you on my spear...and, now, I'll impale your female on my cock.", he says as you hear the **** cries of the male goblins and the furious cries of Blackmane as she is undoubtedly taken down, "It's too bad you won't be alive to see her moaning like a whore for me, goblin. Farewell."

He says this and then kicks a hooved foot into your midsection to push you off the spear, the stone head of the spear tearing at your intestines and innards as it escapes your body. You have a moment to see your insides become outsides before you are falling onto the dirt, the light of life leaving your eyes and your last breath rasping out of you in a bloody gurgle.