"Eat my axe!"
A thunderous roar rang out across the chaotic battlefield and the sky. The enormous obsidian Anubisath giant slowly raised his head, but before his jackal-like head could rise fully, a sharp axe cleaved into its hard skull.
An old Orc with white hair and a white beard leaped from a wyvern, his upper body bare. The strike flowed in one seamless motion. Blood-red rage surged around him, helping him absorb much of the recoil. The black heavy axe in his hands sank all the way into the Anubisath's head, almost splitting its obsidian skull in two.
But this thing was a construct, after all, and its head was not a vital point. After losing its sight, however, the crazed Obsidian Colossus flailed its arms through the air, knocking the Qiraji flying past him far into the distance. That tremendous force killed the insects in midair.
Using the recoil, the old Orc dropped ten meters onto the blood-soaked sand. He shouted to an Orc warrior beside him, and another weapon was tossed over. The old Orc warily watched the Anubisath giant running back in the opposite direction, his eyes grave.
"This thing is practically a weapon of war built for a melee!"
The old Orc said to Chieftain Thrall, who had reached his side, "Good thing there are only twenty on the battlefield. Any more, and there'd be no point fighting this battle!"
Thrall raised the plain, ancient Doomhammer in his hand. A thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the obsidian jackal giant whose head had been cleaved open with perfect accuracy. The lightning followed the crack the old Orc had cut straight into the Obsidian Colossus's control core. Under the intense stimulus of that outside force, the Obsidian Colossus let out a muffled roar,