Midterm Examination [11]

A Few Moments Earlier

Dean hurtled forward, his hammer raised above his head ready to swing. Every swing was with purpose. The ground trembled beneath his boots as he charged toward the altar. Cultist after cultist rushed to intercept him, dozens coming from the shadows with hunger for blood in their eyes.

Clang!!!!

Clang!!!!

He swung his warhammer in wide arcs, the stone faced head ablaze with earthen energy. Each strike sent shockwaves across the floor,

Boom!!!

The ground beneath one of the cultist's shattered by the force of Dean's blow.

Crack!!!!

Another's skull split open, brains splattering against the altar's side.