The sound of the plasma saw tearing through rotten flesh was like a macabre symphony.
I screamed in fury as the incandescent blade spun horizontally, shredding the two Mud Demons before they could react. Their viscous bodies broke apart like a sack of spoiled entrails, spreading foul entrails throughout the cave. The sour smell of putrid blood filled the air, mixing with the oppressive humidity of the underground nest.
But my anger had not yet subsided.
I lifted my mechanical leg and brought it down violently on the skull of one of the dead creatures. A sickening crack echoed through the tunnel as the hard shell exploded into fragments of bone and hardened mud. The other met the same fate—a brutal, crushing blow.
"Filthy bitches," I muttered, spitting on the ground.
