Ragnarok chomped down on the smaller head and swallowed it whole. Pleasure like no other courses through his body. He is thrilled and he is excited. He opened his mouth and howled at the moon.
"Awoooooooo."
His howl rang out through the valley. It echoed off the mountain walls and reverberated within the bones of everyone within the valley.
That howl was pleasurable. It is a howl of victory. He announced his victory after being cooped up for so long. He finally put down Sauron who has been hanging over his head after a hundred years of lying in wait. But that isn't enough for his inner beast. It wants to fight and kill more but he shut down his impulse immediately.
He looked around to find that the fighting had stopped. Everyone is watching him with their eyes fixed on him. Even the Vampires are looking at him. They have stopped fighting each other. The Warrogs have the Vampires surrounded so they can't escape after the death of their leader.
