Landing on the floor, it cleaved one of the enemies in half, who was standing right beneath it without knowing. From there, the beast began slashing through the enemy lines with its vicious claws. For every single swing of its talon, at the least two men and women in arms fell on the bloodied ground, with their bodies torn off pieces to pieces. Poly-mails would prove to be useless against its fury; the claws were extremely sharp, each like a fine tech-sword, and their master was skillful in arts of combat. Without a moment to rest, the rampaging beast went on slaughtering its foe. The ferocity of the monster, along with its terrifying holograms, made the once-proud soldiers of the Empire scatter like a flock of lambs, without their master nor savior. Their lines were completely broken. All that was left to the beast-woe to the souls of its remaining foes!-was to finish up its work of butchery, by means of spilling more guts and marrow.
