How should one describe the second battle between Murphy and Huggesen?
Crushing? Routing? Steamrolling?
All of those words are a bit off, and maybe all of them fit perfectly.
Facing Murphy's taunt after his "cheat just cashed in," the God's Chosen's response was very straightforward—once the Hunting God's Power returned to its body, it immediately begged the Master of Hunting for strength, and the Evil God who hated Murphy to the bone generously bestowed its blessing.
Huggesen, whose body had bulked up a whole size, gripped the warhammer in both hands and leapt up amid roaring thunder, bringing it down on the powered armor's helmet in front of him with a mountain-cleaving strike.
