A woman of the darkest skin, with horns on her head, and her clothes shredded from the swords that had pierced her and sent her towards her death, now lost her life completely. Her head went flying through the air, and her eyes widened, just as her mouth opened in a scream. There was a reminder of her previous humanity then, in those brief few seconds before death came, and a heavy boot crushed her skull under foot.
Vol tutted, his snarl almost bestial. He felt a degree of kindredness to those humans that he had turned into monsters. They were his finest soldiers. They responded to his orders without the slightest thought, and they were strong enough to be worth tens of men too.
Against a true Third Boundary man, though, they were brought to a crushing halt. A level 150 wasn't much use against soldiers that were all in their level 300s.
