Go all out on her

You know that Shayne is an extremely capable woman. Underestimating her skill would be a big mistake, and would also probably insult her.

Letting out a loud roar, you charge towards her, swinging your axe sideways towards her torso. She dodges backwards with a confident grin as you use the axe’s momentum to continue its swing behind you, whipping it around and over your head to bring it down on top of her. Once again, she dodges your attack by side-stepping, this time going in for her own attack. She leaps past you, leaving multiple shallow cuts across your side when she should only have had time to hit you once. As she lands behind you, she spins around and slashes you twice more on your back.

This was nothing compared to the pain you have received in some of your adventures, but this doesn’t stop you from filling up with rage with each cut you take.

“Oh, come on big man. I know you can do better than that. You’d better not be holding back. I can handle your full stre... Grog?” Shayne’s smile falters as you turn to stare at her, your eyes filled with bloodlust. In this state of mind you lose all reason and can only focus on beating your opponent into submission.

The weight of your axe feels half as heavy with the amount of adrenaline surging through your body as you begin slashing wildly towards your target. Shayne’s quick wit and reflexes allow her to dodge each strike, but she struggles to find any more openings for a counter-attack and starts to lose concentration as fear starts to set in.

“You do remember that this is just training right?” She pants as she backflips away from you to get some breathing room. Your pace doesn’t slow as you charge after her, swinging at her once more. This time Shayne’s balance is slightly off and the blade of your axe catches the front of her leather tunic and cleaves straight though it like butter. Both it and her shirt underneath fall away from her body, although her bra and pale skin remain untouched.

She tries to dart off to the side, but you reach out with your giant hand to grab her arm. You just miss your intended taget, but instead find a different purchase. You tug her backwards by the collar and she comes tumbling to the floor infront of your feet, now nude from the waist up as you hold the tattered remains of her bra and shirt in your hand. Her eyes widen slightly as she glances down at her exposed pink nipples and then to the destryed fabric falling from your hand.

Not one to accept defeat, Shayne rolls backward onto her feet and jumps up at you, both knives aimed at your right shoulder in an attmpt to render your attacking arm useless. In your mindless state, your heightened senses take control, causing you to reflexively drop your axe and catch each of her hands in yours. It devolves to a tug of war over the knives as you each try to push them towards your opponent. It doesn’t take long for you to get the upper hand and guide them back towards her exposed stomach. At the last second, she manages to angle the blades away from her body, but they end up further down, slipping beneath the band of her trousers and panties and causing her to let out a gasp as the flat sides of the cold steel glide along her skin.

Unable to see where the blades had ended up through your own giant hands, you continue to push down on the knives. Eventually Shayne can no longer hold you back and they cut cleanly through the sides of her trousers and panties, causing them to join the rest of her shredded outfit on the cobblestone floor. The sudden removal of any pushback leaves you unbalanced, as you had been using your whole weight to **** her knives down. You collapse on the floor on top of her, your arms either side of her head and your huge legs pinning hers.

The once-stoic woman now stared up into your eyes with a mix of fear and shame. “H-hey Grog. I... uh, think this means you win” She said with a weak smile, her bare chest rising and falling heavily with exhaustion and shame. Through the red haze, you can feel your cock begin to harden at the sight beneath you.