Necromancy; Lesser Undead

In mere seconds, chaos descended upon the Khan tribe as the once-victorious dwarves found themselves in a desperate struggle for survival. Most of their war machines had been deployed outside the tribe in search of Todo Khan and the other pure bloods, leaving only a handful of these formidable weapons behind.

As the normal soldiers, armed with guns, desperately tried to fend off the relentless werewolf assault, Derek's figure became a blur, propelled forward with astonishing speed.

Boom.

His massive, fiery black form was cloaked in dark purple hell flames as he charged directly at the central war tank, capitalizing on his immense physical capabilities.

The two war tanks stationed at the sides of the tribe recognized the imminent threat and began a hasty retreat, their massive gun barrels swiveling to take aim at Derek.

Bam!