They say it takes about a dozen blows to shatter a human skull, in my experience, it really depends on how angry you are. Sadly for the guy I was presently beating to death, I wasn’t really in the mood. Not that I was going to let him go, mind you. Freddy Sarlby finishes what…

The jungle went silent as the Kroxigor emerged from the treeline. Twenty-five Kroxigor, each one worth a dozen smoothskins on the battlefield. Mace-of-Heaven grinned. It had been decades since there had been a need to amass so many of his brothers; the carnage they would make today would be the stuff of songs for years…

The sun was setting behind the jungle canopy of Kol’tan, and the rest of Squad 13 was nowhere to be found. “Will ye stop your damn mumblin,’ holy man?” barked Oldarian Private First Class Hosgritte Mountainstone, her dwarven voice thick with irritation. Father Auristhus, the company Cleric, rose from his knees and calmly dusted off…

It was a beautiful day in Citysville. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and Dr. Malados, Master of Poison and Disease, was about to rob a bank. Glancing down at a pocket mirror, the Doctor checked his appearance. His dark green lab-coat-shirt-and-pants ensemble was precisely smeared in stains of indeterminate origin and was…