Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150615234235/@comment-12599067-20150616021402

Malus thundered forwards at full speed, which (once he had a moment to get into motion) was much quicker than his foes anticipated. Most of the Redguards had the sense of mind to get out of the way, and those he didn't he simply avoided as best he could, but the moment he was through the Orcs' front lines, he became an instrument of sheer, unbridled strength.

The first few Orcs that stood in his way didn't stand a chance. Even as some of them tried to form a shield wall, he barreled over them with ease, knocking them to the ground and crushing many of them underfoot. Gradually he came to a halt, but not before he had cut a relatively clear line straight into the heart of the horde. From there, it wasn't very hard work. The orcs' fur armor offered some meager protection against the heat and the swords of the Redguards, but against the strength of the Colossus it was about as useful as a thin sheet of paper.

Swords and axes hacked and slashed, but the Colossus shrugged off the blows and returned the attacks with wide sweeps of it's arms, knocking over orcs left and right. Some he stomped into the ground, others he simply swept aside and killed with the sheer force of his swings. An unlucky few were picked up and hurled back at their allies with surprising strength. It was, all in all, a scene of complete chaos as the waves of axes and swords crashed against the nigh immovable mountain that was the Colossus.