"Ork magic, Brain-bursta." The well-informed Parker Pan instantly recognized the ability Hols had used.
Yriel's anxiety eased. His judgment had been right: Hols was strong, stronger than all the Craftworld Aeldari aboard this ship combined. Shortening his own life for these Drukhari was not worth it.
So he guided Ovisus as she directed Hols, teleporting Hols to the Drukhari boarding points one after another, then watching him wipe them all out.
After seeing Hols bite the Drukhari to death, tear them apart, and smash them to pieces, Ovisus felt the process was far too bloody and cruel.
So she said softly, "My... friend, your strength truly surpassed my imagination, but you only need to kill them. There's no need to mutilate their bodies."
Hols happened to have one hand pressed against a Drukhari's head. With a violent yank, he pulled out both the head and the spine.
Hols answered Ovisus cheerfully, "You mean like this? I didn't know you liked this too. Boss Slick and the others all like doing it this way."
Ovisus stared at the headless body as it toppled over, at a loss for words.
Ork culture had influenced Hols far too deeply. To him, this was simply killing enemies; he had no concept of bloodiness or cruelty.
On the bridge, Parker Pan helped stop Tyranda's bleeding. She had lost an arm in the recent battle, and the Flames of Vengeance's wraithbone had been corrupted, rendering its medical equipment useless as well. Only once they returned to the Craftworld would they have the proper equipment to restore her missing limb.
While checking wounds and looking for any other survivors, Parker Pan noticed something very strange. These Drukhari boarders did not seem to have come to capture slaves. Their attacks had been vicious, virtually every strike intended to