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by Tonneau » Thu Feb 09, 2017 11:44 pm
Zax stays the swing of his pick as the beast crumbles under a hail of arrows. He watches in distaste, breathing heavily, as the thing unravells into an unruly pile of necks, limbs and body bits, many of which ooze unpleasantness from new holes.
He chews his moustache momentarily, then retrieves his throwing ax, pausing to acknowledge the fallen god-hugger with a nod. Finally, he collapses against the wall to rest.