"Any last words?" General Katrina asked in a tone so cold that the very air began to freeze.
There was no negotiation, the A-rank mantis was going to die here one way or another.
"G..G..Ge…" overwhelmed by fear the large bipedal mantis stuttered. She didn't want to die.
She tried to talk to Katrina, but the Iron Bear of the War Ursa Battalion gave her no quarter. The pressure afflicting her grew stronger and stronger as did the stench of blood and the sense of incoming death.
Katrina slowly walked towards the female mantis one heavy step at a time, her large cudgel lightly swinging back and forth creating small air explosions as it moved.
The name [10,000 tonne cudgel] spoke volumes -though not completely accurate- about its weight. Just like Maya's heirloom hammers her cudgel was far, far heavier than it looked.
