With a thunderous roar, the orc's muscles swelled to bursting, veins standing out like cords beneath his hide. Berserk fury ignited his blood as his strength surged to the level of a grand knight. He swung his warhammer with all his might. The air shuddered, and the skull of a weaker orc before him was crushed so completely that its head sank into its own chest, leaving only a mangled ruin of blood and bone.0

A dagger pierced flesh. Even as his skull caved in, the dying orc showed no fear. His beast-fang blade, carved from the teeth of an armored drake and etched with shamanic runes, sank deep into his killer's side.0

The sigils flared crimson, greedily draining the victim's life force. By the time the orc wrenched the dagger free, its edge slick with his own flesh and blood, his chest had already withered inward, his vitality bleeding away like air from a punctured lung.0

There was no place for the wounded upon this battlefield. Before his final bellow could fade, a massive orc, emerging from nowhere, had cleaved him in two with a rust-spotted...0