"Run! We have to run!" a player screamed, turning to flee back toward the dark corridor they had entered from.
Sensing the fleeing prey, the giant took a single, heavy step forward. The stone floor shook violently under its massive boot, sending dust and small pebbles cascading down from the cracked ceiling.
SLASH!
The giant swung its massive, double bladed battle axe in a wide, low horizontal sweep. The massive blade cleaved clean through the escaping disciple's waist. The speed of the cut was so clean that the disciple took another step forward before his upper torso slid off his legs, crashing to the floor in a horrific spray of crimson.
Another tried to climb over the rubble to escape, but the giant brought the heavy axe down in a vertical chop.
CRUNCH!
The heavy blade flattened the disciple into a horrific mess of shattered bone and iron plates. Because they were native cultivators, there was no clean data fragmentation, only the brutal, bloody reality of a violent death.
