"Bwahhhh!"
The shriek gurgled out of the thing's throat, a sound halfway between a sob and a howl, neither one and neither the other, but both at the same time.
"Fuck my ears up why won't you?" snarled one of the Black Stripes as his boot came down, crushing the thing's jaw with a wet crunch before the axe followed, cleaving through what was left of its skull.
The body twitched once. Then silence.
Good , long yearned silence.
The soldier exhaled, leaning on his weapon, sweat and gore painting his face beneath the dented rim of his helmet. The bastard had got a good blow on him...not the first and most likely not the last of that day.
But he had at least got him.
"Seem like that was the last of 'em," someone called a few paces down the line. That whisper broke the dam. Voices rose all around him when it was known it was safe once again.
"By the Five, what the fuck were those things?" one of them asked staring and kicked at a corpse .
