Mac leapt high into the air, letting out the Orcish war cry that he had been taught, before he plummeted towards the ground hammer first.
He was swallowed up by the buzzing cloud of blackness in his descent, which quickly exploded with a gout of roaring flames the moment Mac's hammer made contact with the earth.
He quickly rose and began swinging his two handed Maul - the head of which was already on fire around him madly, swatting at the blackness around him which started to retreat. Wherever he swung, charcoaled dots and small puffs of incinerated ash burst, as he cleaved and smashed the darkness into a pulp.
But the darkness was oppressive, and all devouring. No matter how much of a gap Mac made, how many he killed and disintegrated with a single swing of his mighty hammer, there were thousands more buzzing wings eager to take the place of the fallen.
