This time, it was heads that he targeted with his mace skill, rather than the torso, as he would with his hammer. The mace blasted through skull after skull, until it slowed at the third, leaving three headless men hovering in idleness before gravity claimed them, bringing them down through a cloud of their own blood.
Once more his men howled their excitement at his arrival. His own heart beat faster for it. Gods, he liked these men. They were new to him, but they'd risen up all the same, despite the situation. They'd eagerly heeded his call, as though he'd promised them weighty gold for their efforts.
"BLOOOOOD MY FOLLOWERS!" Vol cried.
