how hawkk got his axe

"Have you ever seen what one of these can do?"

Grummsh, the Orc King hoisted his massive Greataxe in front of Hawkk, laughing at his opponent's thin rapier and light handaxe. "What do you think you're going to do with that thing?"

Hawk simply smiled and swung the rapier at Grummush's right flank. The orc, who weighed nearly triple Hawkk, smashed downward, thinking to cut straight through the rapier and into the elf's ribcage. But there was no sound of metal on meat following the clash of the two weapons, Hawkk had quickly sidestepped and buried the small axe into the orc's opposite flank.

Grummsh howled with anger that Hawkk had drawn first blood, but did not intend to let the wound, deep but narrow, stop him. He brought his greataxe to bear again and started to swing it clumsily when the axe suddenly dropped in its curve. Grummsh willed his left arm to correct the swing, but found that he had no feeling left in his arm. His body was freezing slowly across from where the small axe was still protruding from his side. He stared dumbly for a minute at his fingers, turning blue as he watched, before the ice hit his heart and stopped it cold.

Hawkk retrieved his axe, prying it from the frozen corpse at his feet.

"Where on Earth did you get that thing?"