It was a forbidden, desperate technique that would permanently destroy his internal pathways afterward, but right now, he didn't care about the tomorrow he might never see.
His skin turned a deep, dark green as thick veins rose across his forehead like crawling earthworms.
Forcing his broken body to ignore the agony, Malphas rolled violently across the gravel, barely avoiding a heavy heel-drop from Sol that shattered the bedrock where his head had been a microsecond before.
"I will kill you!" Malphas growled, his voice raw with pure madness.
He lunged forward from his hands and knees, using his one good leg to launch his heavy body like a wounded predator.
He didn't care about his cleaver anymore; his remaining hand opened into five thick claws, aiming straight for the gaps in Sol's Rockhorn armor near the throat.
He was burning his very soul now, drawing upon the deep, forbidden reservoirs of his lineage's latent potential just to force a single fatal trade.
