"Ha!"
Ur roared and thrust with his blade, but the dagger's tip only struck tough armor plating. Then a fierce gust swept toward his head, forcing him to yank his arm back.
The commando boss turned and parried Skulltaker's claws, steadied himself, and stabbed again with his curved sword.
He found a gap where the armor plates had shifted under the strain of his opponent's swollen body.
In an instant, wherever the blade passed, flesh split apart and blood gushed forth.
The wounded demon roared.
At least Ur now knew the bastard was not without weaknesses.
He kicked aside the arm twisting toward him and drove his dagger deep into the creature's chest. Thick smoke and pus-filled blood immediately poured from the wound.
Seeing that his attack had worked, Ur swung his curved sword into Skulltaker's shoulder.
The sharp blade sank deep, greedily devouring flesh as though it were a great steel maw still alive.
Ur worked the blade back and forth, sawing through Skulltaker's flesh, until his armor was spattered with filthy gore.
This was no ordinary blood, but a pus-like substance that stank terribly, its incomparable foulness nearly crushing the commando boss's will.
This was the taint of the Vast Ocean, the stench lurking beyond the veil, the corruption in men's hearts, the depravity born after evil deeds were done.
Ur did not fear the stuff, but he still wished he had a flamer to send this twisted thing back to hell.
But a blade could do the job too.
"This strike's as fierce as my rage."
Ur sneered, and the serrated edge of his curved sword bit deeper until it struck bone.
Driven mad by the pain, Skulltaker's arms suddenly doubled in length. It seized Ur from behind by the shoulders, lifted him up, and slammed him