Monke Skirmish (7)

Leaving the poor sap to his miserable fate, I walked through the dark and damp hallway, courtesy of the various liquids splattered about due to the pulsing mounds of flesh. Walking through the darkness, my mind couldn't help but be drawn back to what Drakhan said earlier.

"This is seriously fucked up." I scowled as the groans and moans of the unfortunate kept on assaulting my ears. This is gonna leave some nightmares, that's for sure.

Nearing the end of the hallway, I came across some savage beastmen that were patrolling the grounds. Some kind of interior defense, if what I assume is correct.

"Untredor! Kull tho unfudol!" The lead savage yelled out upon seeing my form, his weapon raised high. I readied my war hammer and swung with all my might.

Our weapons clashed with a loud screech, and the loser had his arm ripped out of its socket.