The lizard's snout exploded almost instantly against the ground. But Sol didn't let go; he hauled the heavy reptile upward again and slammed it down a second time, pulping its chest cavity and reducing the armored predator to a motionless smear of scales and broken bone.
The slaughter had become a rhythm.
Sol moved through the narrow choke point like a force of nature. He was an unarmored, naked reaper, wielding the broken stag antler in one hand while his other fist delivered absolute, kinetic execution to anything that stepped into reach.
PUNCH. SNAP. CRACK.
A Shadow Wolf leaped… Sol caught it in mid-air by the throat and crushed its windpipe with his bare thumb.
Another Stone-Hide Boar charged… Sol vaulted over its tusks, brought his heel down on its spine, and severed its spinal cord with a single stomp.
