From Sureshot the King. Book 3 of the Sureshot series
The Sureshot Series:
Maklar gritted his teeth then pulled his axe from his back. He gripped it so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his muscles strained under his tunic; filled with rage and frustration.
In a moment of pure white anger, Maklar began to swing his axe as quickly as a bat flaps its wings in desperation to remain airborne. Maklar hacked at the boards that mended the hole in the wall and the dirt that filled it. In massive swooping motions the blade of his weapon struck his static foe, sending dirt and splinters flying in all directions.
The axeman, no longer interested in stealth, grunted and growled as he swung again and again, blasting a growing opening where he expected to easily slip under the wall.