Thorgrim towered over the battlefield, his massive frame clad in weathered leather and iron plates. In his hands, he wielded a large wooden mallet, rough-hewn and scarred from countless conflicts. The mallet's head was carved from ancient oak, its surface marked with deep grooves and faded runes that whispered of forgotten power. With every swing, the weapon crashed through armor and shields alike, echoing like thunder across the field. Thorgrim’s steely gaze never wavered; strength and determination fueled each deliberate strike, embodying the raw force of nature.
Thorgrim towered over the battlefield, his massive frame clad in weathered leather and iron plates. In his hands, he wielded a large wooden mallet, rough-hewn and scarred from countless conflicts. The mallet's head was carved from ancient oak, its surface marked with deep grooves and faded runes that whispered of forgotten power. With every swing, the weapon crashed through armor and shields alike, echoing like thunder across the field. Thorgrim’s steely gaze never wavered; strength and determination fueled each deliberate strike, embodying the raw force of nature.