Crushing the hard exoskeletal skull of a devil open, Floki grunted as he felt a blade stab into his side.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled back and smashed the butt of his giant war axe into the jaw of the devil behind him, causing it to shriek in pain.
Stumbling back, he clutched at his side as he scanned the danger in front of him with dark eyes.
On a narrow, broken street between two partially destroyed buildings that somehow managed to remain relatively close by, he had encountered this small force of devils.
Steve had told him he would find them here, and his job was to make sure none of them were left standing.
The beastmen that had accompanied him lay at his feet, all of them dead, their corpses still warm.
The battle had been long and gruesome.
The corpses of both devils and humans formed a dark carpet on the ground, the scent of blood heavy in the air.
He had sustained injuries as well, but thankfully, most of the devils had been killed too.
