Chapter 66: The First Knight (Part 2)
Rolf did not draw a weapon. He did not need one. He exploded forward like a silver cannonball.
BOOOM!
The werewolf cleared the distance in three massive bounds, landing directly in the center of the mutant Slag-Crawlers.
"SCRAHHHH"
The monsters hissed, their grotesque, fused bodies lunging at him with venomous stingers and snapping mandibles.
ROAAAAR!
Rolf simply roared, a sound that violently shook the damp walls of the tunnel.
SLASH!
He swung his right arm, his elongated claws tearing through the thick carapace of three Crawlers at once.
SPLURT!
Dark, corrupted blood sprayed across the stone.
CRUNCH!
He grabbed a fourth mutant by the throat and crushed its windpipe with a sickening crunch.
He was a whirlwind of absolute, ancestral brutality.
"Intruders! Purge them in the name of the Maw!" one of the High Elf handlers screamed.
