"Everywhere I go, I see pigs."
A whip tore through the air, the spiralling coil of cosmic energy around it shredding through the bodies of the pot-bellied two-legged monsters in its path.
"Shouting pigs charging at me with reckless abandon, their eyes clouded with madness."
The whip pulled back and struck the eyes of another creature on the left, then wrapped around its head, dragging its body to the side and sending it crashing into two others who were roaring and charging with clubs in their hands.
"Pigs stomping over and killing each other just to get to me, not a trace of sentience left in their existences."
The whip whooshed through the air again, rebounding off the walls and slicing through the neck of the next creature in sight.
"I'm tired of seeing pigs standing on two legs."
With those words, Arthur pulled back his whip and swung it to the side, flicking off the blood and guts clinging to it.
