It lowered a shoulder and horns alike as it crashed forwards. A fresh wave of fear and hysteria washed out over the fleeing soldiers, each one too afraid to look back at the beast. The monstrosity lifted the head high, roaring out a deep noise once more. Blood washed over it in waves as flesh tore and sloughed down to the soaked earth. His pained scream was cut short by the sound of bones popping and crunching out of place. The struggling was quelled as the Bastard gripped the man's head in one large hand and pulled. In the face of such insurmountable odds, the human shrunk away and tried to tear himself free of the beast. Drachau returned it's lightsaber to it's side before grabbing hold of a fleeing human. The beast had yet not sated its gnawing hunger, too many still lived and it refused to be denied such glorious slaughter. It was a beautiful sight to behold to the monstrosity, but it was far from over. Cries of horror echoed the euphoric laughter as the rebels began trampling over their own fallen, each one of them fighting to escape and preserve their own lives. This was the first time in a longtime the Bastard was permitted to slaughter with such ferocity! With each swing of its saber, a rebel fell to the muddled floor in two. A mad, booming laughter echoed throughout the battlefield.
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