The battlefield echoed with the roars and chaos of a one-sided onslaught.
Volk, towering and monstrous, reveled in the destruction as he tore chunks from the undead behemoth before him.
His bulging muscles twisted and flexed with each savage strike, his skin glistening with a sickly sheen of sweat and grime as he pushed forward, his primal rage exploding into each blow.
"GRAAAAAHHH!"
Volk's guttural scream boomed out, shaking the ground beneath him as his fist connected with the massive arm of the zombie.
With a sickening crack, the limb was torn free, black ichor spraying from the gaping wound like a fountain of decay.
The fetid stench intensified, mixing with the sulfurous aroma of Volk's own sweat, creating a nauseating aura that clung to the air.
The giant zombie staggered back slightly, a momentary shudder in its massive form.
Volk grinned wildly, his yellowed tusks bared as he prepared to lunge again.
