The two figures spend the next few moments locked in a battle of raw strength. Both shake visibly with the effort, but eventually, slowly, Kyan starts to gain ground. Finally, with a startling crunch, the statue's hands give under Kyans grip and it is forced to its knees. It whispers "I yield."
Once Kyan lets go, the statue stands back up. Dust and fragments of rock fall from its hands, and rather than looking imposing, it now just looks tired, and... old? It looks you all over, stopping on Kyan as it goes down on one knee and bows its head. "You are worthy, good sir. Take this mighty weapon and do great deeds with it." It heavily falls into a sitting position and props itself up against the plinth upon which sits the Lord of all Axes. The warden rushes over to its side, and gently places a hand on its shoulder. The statue adds "My long vigil is over at last, and now I can rest." It smiles, and all of the life appears to go out of it as pieces both small and large begin to fall off it. The warden stands up with a stoic expression and says "Rest well, honoured ancestor."