Burr’tak stares down at the giant, there is a pause and then he bursts out in laughter. With nervous glances, the orcs and goblins are unsure whether or not to…

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Burr’tak stares down at Armis, there is a pause and then he bursts out in laughter. With nervous glances, the orcs and goblins are unsure whether or not to laugh. BURR’TAK: Armed and ready? Hmmmm. Boyz! What we got ourselves here is not a mighty warrior or beast, but a robot… ORC: A robot!? GOBLIN: A coward from afar behind a computer! BURR’TAK: Yessssss… I will say that there is incredible strength in those arms, and there is speed and grace in those legs. Blinding. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s not enough! These mechanisms are useless against us! Try them if you wish! But I am Burr’takk The Terrible! The Orcs and Goblins begin to chant the name of their mighty chieftain… ORCS & GOBLINS: Burr’tak! Burr’tak, Burr’tak! BURR’TAK: I am a conqueror, a slayer of ogres, warriors and even dragons! Far bigger than this contraption! Burr’tak then draws out his clubs, surging with lighting as he begins to boast. BURR’TAK: Hear me out, inventor! I will destroy your machine! And when we find you, and we will! I’ll rip the flesh from your bones and feed on your entrails. It will be beautiful!

Burr’tak stares down at the giant, there is a pause and then he bursts out in laughter. With nervous glances, the orcs and goblins are unsure whether or not to laugh. BURR’TAK: Armed and ready? Hmmmm. Boyz! What we got ourselves here is not a mighty warrior or beast, but a robot… ORC: A robot!? GOBLIN: A coward from afar behind a computer! BURR’TAK: Yessssss… I will say that there is incredible strength in those arms, and there is speed and grace in those legs. Blinding. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s not enough! These mechanisms are useless against us! Try them if you wish! But I am Burr’takk The Terrible! The Orcs and Goblins begin to chant the name of their mighty chieftain… ORCS & GOBLINS: Burr’tak! Burr’tak, Burr’tak! BURR’TAK: I am a conqueror, a slayer of ogres, warriors and even dragons! Far bigger than this contraption! Burr’tak then draws out his clubs, surging with lighting as he begins to boast. BURR’TAK: Hear me out, inventor! I will destroy your machine! And when we find you, and we will! I’ll rip the flesh from your bones and feed on your entrails. It will be beautiful!

In an instant, the goliath blitzed forward, digging all 10 of his giant fingers into Burr’tak. He was still laughing when the giant’s fingers plunged into him—ten cold knives. Burr’tak’s laughter choked to a wet gasp and was ripped clean in half. ARMIS: Terrible was RIGHT… Then there was only silence, the goliath stared down the frozen Legion as he tossed the two halves of what used to be Burr’tak to the side like trash. After a moment of stunned silence, the Legion swarms the giant like an army of ants. However, the giant is far too large and powerful, easily slaughtering every single one of them in reach. It was more than a massacre, it was more than carnage, it was oblivion.

Intercepted by a swift darkness, the goblin simply vanished as the child and the mother rolled to their side and the snow covering the ground came to life as it became a storming blizzard. The flames dimmed and the Legion hollered in fear. The goblins screeched and hissed while the orcs hooted and wooed. Burr'tak was trying to spot or hear anything, but the reaction made him lose focus and grew in frustration. BURR’TAK: Silence… ORCS: HO HAAA HOOOOO HA HA HA HO HO HOOO! GOBLINS: REEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH HEEEEEEE! He lashed out, crushing a nearby orc under his club. BURR’TAK: I SAID QUIET!!! Then he hit the ground with thunderous authority. The orcs and goblins in fear quiet down, but by instinct still made sounds. Burr’tak then turned back towards the direction of the mother and little girl, the flames began to rise from the wind of the blizzard, heating them like a fire pit. Burning massive flames. The body of the goblin is then tossed through the fire, landing directly in front of Burr’tak.

Mei the immortal woman stares at the orb, feeling its immense power.

The harsh orcs and the cruel goblins' hard and grotesque bodies, stampede into the village, charging to please their allfather by capturing the strongest life forms of each remaining race for the Great Games, brutal contests of supremacy, vigor, and blood. The ultimate gladiatorial event… CITIZEN: No! Please! Have mercy! AGHHHHH! (Is cleaved by an orc wielding an axe) There are many lost in the violence. And many who are to perish, as innocence comes face to face with the most harsh and twisted of evils. A goblin. GOBLIN: Well well… What do we have here? THE MOTHER: It’s ok Rica… STAY AWAY! (Gasp) But there is always a superior… Burr’tak gave the order. The woman clutching her child looked on in horror… BURR’TAK: Kill them GOBLIN: Yessssss… like they say, the strong feast while the weak are meat ha ha haa HAAAAAAAAA! (The goblin opens its large mouth of long sharp teeth)

In the Present Day… Here in the cosmos, the Saints took control and for 1,000 years they have ruled. But now there are only 50. These gods are ruling a dying reality, hanging, clinging to existence like fading embers in the dark. Today that becomes evermore the truth, as the remaining life roaming worlds are becoming no more. Even the stars are dying. The only reminisce of the past left are destroyed vessels, weapons and faces of terror frozen in time. Thus times are bleak. Especially for those who are trying to do no more than stay away and live in peace… On a frost-covered fringe world. Smoke spirals into the sky as twisted ships hover overhead, their hulls adorned with screaming faces and chained corpses. The Legion has come. Cruel Goblins leap from the ships, green, sharp and shrieking. The harsh Orcs follow. The snow is trampled into mud and blood. A woman clutches her child, slipping through the chaos. Her breath is mist. Her feet are bare. Behind her, fire consumes their home. A Legion chieftain then steps down from a skiff. Massive, towering, his voice booms like thunder through the snowstorm. Burr’tak. BURR’TAK: (raising club) Burn the village! Take the strong—kill the weak! The games must commence as planned!

A gigantic shape then emerges, growing, filling the vision with blackness. The figure then stepped forth out of the flames. The shadows reflect the light of the flames, its metal, taking on dark malevolent shapes in contrast with the fire as blue energy surges through the exterior. It was unlike any technological phenomenon anyone could recognize. And so was this massive goliath in question. BURR’TAK: And just what are you supposed to be!? ARMIS: Armed… and ready…

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Box4:When the ash cloud rises Solo has disappeared

The wolves stop snarling, sit down and stare intently at the warrior man.

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