The big white face grew closer, taunting him. It called him fur skin, at least, Bruno thought it did. Worse than the dungeon explorer! Worse! Bruno hated the big white face.
He hefted his axe once again, grunting with the effort, and slammed it into the glass again. The face was just behind it, pressed right up against it. As soon as he broke the glass, it would be easy.
Meanwhile, his skeleton comrade seemed to be getting riled up about something. Supporting him in his efforts, obviously. He struck the glass once more with his mighty axe!