Tyre! (22)

Guk leaped into the mass of corpses, driving more than a hundred monsters off the embankment against the raging wind by his strength alone.

Then they swarmed back, attacking as one like vicious dogs hunting a giant bear, trying to crush him with numbers, hinder the swing of his fists and weapons, surround him, and drag him to the ground.

They feared him, yet they feared letting him live even more.

That name was like a nightmare, carved deep into their souls back when they had still been human. Even after becoming bloodthirsty monsters, that fear had not diminished.

Guk, King of the Orks, the Pale Tyrant!

But their efforts were utterly useless.

Their thin, twisted bodies were like dolls stuffed with straw beneath cloth, empty shells so light they might as well have weighed nothing.

Guk slaughtered freely, cutting down enemies beyond count.

He swung his arms and flung away the ghouls pressing in after him, each crushing punch sending an enemy soaring through the air.

The monsters screamed as they were lifted from the ground, spinning and dancing amid the falling leaves.

Tattered boots scattered in all directions, and clothes were torn to pieces.

Most of them crashed onto the ground and rolled for a while before falling still.

Others were cleaved in two by the savage blows of the warhammer. Blood sprayed from severed torsos and limbs, while bodies shattered on impact, scattering countless splintered bones like handfuls of coins tossed across the roadside with a clatter.

Alan stared, dumbfounded. He had never imagined that enemies so deadly before could be as helpless as children before a giant.

Bodies spun past his shoulders like great bundles of hay tossed into the air with a pitchfork.

Before long, the roadside was carpeted with corpses.

Most had been mangled