"Hold the line!" Gorak roared to the Troglodytes.
The Warlord charged into the swarm. He could not use a weapon without accidentally chopping Iron-Scale to pieces, so he relied entirely on his System-granted biology. Gorak drove his heavy bone-plated gauntlets directly into the mass of parasites. He grabbed the Rust-Ticks by their carapaces and physically crushed them into gray paste, ripping them off the Inquisitor's body one by one.
Iron-Scale collapsed to one knee, panting heavily as acid smoke hissed from his breached scales. He gripped his polished scythe, slashing the remaining bugs away from the sleds.
"I had them under control," Iron-Scale lied, his voice vibrating with static.
"Sure you did," Gorak grunted, kicking a crushed tick out of the way.
Before they could catch their breath, a horrific, echoing howl rolled across the ash plains.
