Another Orc fell, as Alk'wan bisected his last foe. He had been fighting for hours, barely able to secure this spot. He, and what had remained of the Bloodraptor, had taken positions just outside what they hoped was Golion's chamber, and they had been fighting every Orc, Troll, Dwarf, and Drake that had come to enter.
One of the nearby Elves collapsed from exhaustion, her petite frame quivering. One of the more heavily armoured Clan members leaned against the wall, wiping sweat from his brow and dousing his face with a water skin.
From the five that had fought up here, four remained. A troll had had the unfortunate death of being eaten by a Wyrm. Alk'wan winced at the memory of the screaming troll, the sounds of his bones crunching replaying over and over again in the chieftain's ears.
The sound of Orcish war drums met his hearing, and the Clan suddenly stood, ready to fight. A scream cut off the drums, as the sound of battle ensuing rang down from the hall they had recently been in. A gurgling roar cut off the drums, and a sickening squish ended the screams.
A Blackrock Orc ran down the hall, screaming in terror. He collapsed at the feet of Alk'wan, his eyes filled with panic.
"Run," he said, "Run while you can. Coresmasher comes to see his master… News from deep in the Molten Core… Run… Run da" The Orcs words were cut off as an axe twice the size of his body buried itself in his back. The sound of booming footsteps reached the Clan's ears, as a mighty behemoth walked down the hallway.
Alk'wan nearly puked from the stench, the smell of rotting corpses and decaying flesh violating his nostrils. A meaty foot came into view, the leg looking like someone had inflated it like a child's balloon. Slowly, the rest of it came into view, and one of the Elves behind him passed out.
Coresmasher roared, grabbing its axe and ripping it from the Orc's back. The corpse clung to the axe, as if the two were melded together.
"Me see you," spoke the Flesh Behemoth, "Me CRUSH YOU!" With a swing of its axe, it sliced clean through a plate-wearing Orc, blood spewing from the corpses legs as his torso went flying.
"Bloodrapta," yelled Alk'wan, even as another Elf passed out, "ATTACK!" The remaining Clan-members leapt into action, attempting to carve Coresmasher to pieces. This tactic proved to be a failure as the Flesh Behemoth crushed the last two members beneath its feet.
The Chieftain bared his teeth. Besides the two unconscious Elves, he was the only warrior left. The giant turned its one-eyed gaze upon the Troll, screaming something unintelligible. Alk'wan narrowly avoided being bisected by Coresmasher's axe, only to end up suffering a full power kick by the monstrosity.
He collided with a brazier, tipping it over. The flaming coals spun away, landing underneath the behemoth's feet. As it stepped on the white-hot stones, Coresmasher screeched, reeling backwards as if its face had burned. Alk'wan picked up a wooden stick, lighting it with the remaining brazier.
With an incredible toss, the torch flew through the air, landing smack dab in the center of the Behemoth's eye.
Coresmasher reached up to swat it away, but its giant hands only ended up driving the torch deeper into its sensitive eye. Soon, the giant was blind.
"You hurt Coresmasher," it roared, swinging its weapon wildly, "Me no see you, but me hear you!" Alkw'an leaped to the side as the monster went on a rampage, stomping around the small chamber, swinging its axe like a madman.
The two Elves began to stir into consciousness, as the Behemoth crushed one under its feet. The male patted his chest, shocked.
"I'm…I'm alright," he shouted, his cry of joy cut off by the giant crushing him under its foot. Alk'wan nearly put his face into his palm, dodging a piece of falling ceiling instead. Coresmasher's rampage could not be stopped, except by death. The Chieftain would see to that. Perhaps he could use this monster's rage against it.
Alk'wan pulled out his longbow, drawing an arrow with black fletching. It had never failed him before, so he hoped it would do the same now.
The Troll pulled back on the drawstring, taking aim. With a 'PSH' the arrow flew free of the longbow, piercing Coresmasher's ear. The Flesh Behemoth wailed, throwing his axe from his hands to cover his pierced ear.
The axe struck the roof, and the old stone began to crumble and shake. The two looked up, as the stone ceiling began to collapse.
"Uh oh," spoke Coresmasher, as a chunk of the stone roof slammed him in the face, collapsing his skull. The giant fell backwards, his spine snapping from the sheer force of the falling rock.
Blackrock Mountain rumbled as the Flesh Behemoth fell to the floor, and thought no more. A Death Gate opened up beside the Chieftain, Vyndakian and Jarn'dor stepping through it.
"Where da fel were ya two t'irty minutes ago," roared Alk'wan, wiping the sweat from his brows. Vyndakian did a double take of Coresmasher, as Jarn'dor pinched his nose to keep the stench from invading his nostrils.
"I took care of the Hatchery," replied the Death Knight coolly, as Alk'wan looked at the Druid.
"And ya took care o' da Dark Iron leada'?" Jarn'dor nodded, turning to look at a mighty stone door. Vyndakian and the Chieftain examined it as well, all enraptured in silence.
Vyndakian took the lead, grabbing the door. With a grunt, he threw it open, and the three entered Golion's chambers.