"HAHAHAHA! IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?"
Helga's laughter echoed across the ruined plaza. She stood in the middle of a crater she had just made while dust and pulverized concrete swirled around her.
She tracked the ten War Hounds as they encircled her, but she didn't feel the pressure of a threat; she felt their hesitation.
The aggression drained out of the group in an instant. She saw their ears flatten against their skulls as if they were dogs. She watched the terror take hold behind their eyes as they realized they were not the hunters, but the prey.
Slamming her hammer into the ground again, Helga roared, "Come on!" The impact generated a shockwave that knocked three of them off their feet. The others were killing left and right. She turned, only to see that the others were taking all the fun.
"Ironsides! Leave some for me!"
