Bighead charged forward with a few zombie underlings in tow, not wasting a second.
The battlefield was pure chaos. Chompers and the others were deep in a frenzy, completely unhinged. Chompers had already tackled a mimic to the ground, tearing into it with his claws and gnashing at it with his massive front teeth.
But more mimics were closing in fast. One grabbed him by the throat, another twisted his head violently.
Chompers was in agony, but still ferocious as hell. He sank his teeth into one of them with everything he had, ignoring the rest completely.
Seeing that Chompers was in trouble, Bighead sprinted over and yanked the surrounding mimics off him, tossing them aside like rag dolls.
"Chompers! I got your back!"
Chompers was straddling the mimic he'd just shredded, white fungal threads flying everywhere. He turned his head, eyes still wild and bloodthirsty.
Then, without warning, he stood up, wound up his arm, and slapped Bighead across the face.
SMACK!
