Maul crashed into the Broodmother with the force of a meteor strike.
"Bang!'
The sound exploded across the cavern like a firecracker trapped in a bottle. A shockwave ripped outward, shaking the chamber's stone walls.
Dust and shards of rock rained down from the ceiling like rainfalls. The entire mine seemed to reel from the force of that one, brutal impact.
The clash between Maul and the Broodmother was like a war between titans. No, gods.
Maul's raw power was absolutely intense.
He was a creature of pure, focused rage, its every movement a hammer blow. It drove its massive shoulder into the Broodmother's core, trying to bulldoze the larger creature backward.
But the Broodmother was a being born of ancient strength and horrific science. It was larger, with multiple, whip-fast limbs that lashed out, stabbing and tearing at Maul's runic-hardened hide.
