The commander held in his hand a heavy warhammer nearly a meter and a half in length. A black chain, thicker than an adult's armature, extended from the end of the hammer, winding around the commander's body like a chainmail robe, and connected only at the wristguards. This caused any slight movement to echo with a heavy clanging sound, like iron striking iron.
Upon receiving Tang Zheng's command, a deep, rumbling growl, like distant thunder, emanated from the commander's throat, and he abruptly swung his right arm, which held the warhammer, against the wall beside him.
