Volk's massive form twisted and jerked as the bone dragons swarmed around him.
Each strike he landed sent clouds of bone dust into the air, but no matter how hard or fast he attacked, the dragons kept reforming.
His radioactive fists smashed through rib cages, crushed skulls, and shattered spines, but the fragments would simply pull back together, knitting themselves into new creatures as though his efforts were meaningless.
"GRAAAAARGH!"
Volk roared, his voice booming across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath him.
He slammed his fist into a dragon's skull, reducing it to dust once more. But even as the bones crumbled at his feet, more dragons appeared from the endless sea of skeletons around him.
It was like fighting a tide—no matter how many he destroyed, they always returned.
