(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit, Soron's POV)
As soon as Soron finished speaking, the three Gods moved at once, their trajectories aimed straight for his vitals, as pressure slammed into his perception from three distinct directions.
*BOOM*
*SHUA*
Helmuth came first, exactly as Soron expected, the axe descending with reckless commitment and overwhelming force, as Soron twisted his torso and crossed his daggers instinctively, absorbing only part of the impact while letting the rest tear past him, boots skidding across fractured stone as shock ripped through his shoulder.
*SPLAT*
The blade bit deep, as he felt flesh split and muscle crush, however, it was a calculated trade off on his part, as while he could recover from wounds inflicted from Helmuth's blade, he could not do the same with Kaelith.
*BLOCK*
*PARRY*
