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The storm raged above like an enraged deity, lightning striking the summit with unrelenting fury.

Each bolt exploded into the ground with ear-splitting cracks, sending showers of debris into the air.

The once-quiet mountain now roared with chaos, a battlefield between man-made magic and the indomitable force of Volk, the Orc.

Volk crouched low, his feet planted firmly on the trembling stone.

His breathing was heavy, and faint scorch marks covered his dark, muscular frame.

Steam rose from his shoulders where lightning had struck him moments before. His radioactive gauntlet glowed faintly, the greenish hue pulsating like a heartbeat.

"Give me more!" Volk roared into the storm, his voice a guttural boom that matched the thunder.

He grabbed a nearby boulder, its jagged edges digging into his palms. With a grunt, he heaved it over his head. The muscles in his arms rippled, veins bulging as if his body itself rebelled against the storm.

"Here! TAKE THIS!" His shout reverberated off the mountainside.

With a mighty throw, he hurled the boulder into the tempest below. It tore through the air, whistling violently as it descended.

The impact was deafening—a bone-rattling BOOM! as the boulder slammed into the slope, scattering rocks and crushing anything in its path.

But Volk didn't stop. He was relentless.

Grabbing another stone, he repeated the process.

Each throw was faster, harder, more brutal than the last.

His movements became a violent rhythm, his body an unstoppable machine of destruction.

He alternated between taunting the soldiers below and laughing maniacally as his projectiles sent panic through their ranks.

The mountain groaned beneath his feet as Volk's fury intensified.

Every boulder he threw dislodged more rocks, sending cascades of debris tumbling down the slope.

The air was filled with the sharp CRACK of breaking stone and the terrified shouts of the knights below.

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Down the slope, the chaos was palpable.

Knights shouted over the din, their once-disciplined formation devolving into disarray.

"Hold your ground!" one shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the constant THUD of falling rocks.

A massive boulder struck the ground near the knights, sending up a cloud of dust and shards of stone.

One unfortunate soldier wasn't quick enough.

The boulder struck him square in the chest, the impact crushing his armor like paper.

His scream was short-lived, replaced by the sickening CRUNCH of metal and bone.

"Sir! We're losing too many men!" another knight yelled, his voice tinged with panic.

Baron Geisler's face was a mask of fury. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the battlefield. The stormlight flickered across his weathered features, making him look like a vengeful wraith.

"We've come too far to turn back!" he barked. His voice cut through the chaos like a whip. "This beast killed my son! We will not falter now!"

The knights exchanged uneasy glances. Their Baron's resolve was undeniable, but the reality of their situation was grim.

"Keep firing!" Geisler commanded. "I don't care if it takes every arrow in your quivers. Bring that monster down!"

The archers obeyed, their hands trembling as they nocked arrows onto their bows. The sky above them groaned as another boulder soared through the air, its shadow briefly darkening their ranks.

"Loose!" shouted an officer.

Arrows filled the air, whistling as they soared toward the mountain's summit. But the ascent and the storm conspired against them. Most arrows fell short, clattering uselessly against the rocks.

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Above, Volk smirked.

He watched the arrows fall harmlessly around him.

Occasionally, one came close, embedding itself in the ground nearby with a dull THUNK. Volk ignored them, his confidence unshaken.

"Is that all you've got?" he muttered, his voice dripping with mockery.

He grabbed a particularly massive boulder, its size requiring both hands to lift. His muscles strained, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he hoisted the enormous rock above his head.

"Let's see you dodge THIS!" he roared, his voice merging with the thunder.

With a heave, he sent the boulder plummeting down the slope. It bounced and tumbled with devastating force, striking the earth with a BOOM that reverberated for miles.

Volk leaned forward, his keen eyes watching as the boulder obliterated a group of knights who had been too slow to scatter. Their screams were short-lived, drowned out by the roar of the impact.

He laughed, the sound deep and cruel. "Run, little humans! Run while you still can!"

But as he turned to grab another rock, something caught his attention.

Suddenly, a single arrow struck the stone near his feet with a sharp TWANG. Volk froze, his glowing eyes narrowing.

"Well, well," he muttered, kicking the arrow aside. "Looks like you're finally trying."

More arrows followed, a relentless volley that forced Volk to move. He sidestepped one, ducked under another, and swatted a third out of the air with his gauntlet-covered hand.

The gauntlet's green glow intensified with each deflection, feeding on the kinetic energy. Volk grinned, his tusks gleaming in the stormlight.

"Is that all you've got?!" he roared, his voice filled with mocking glee.

The archers below adjusted their aim, their frustration evident.

They shot faster, their arrows coming in tighter clusters. But Volk was nimble despite his size.

He dodged and weaved, his movements almost graceful for someone so massive.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

When an arrow came close to his face, he caught it mid-air, snapping it in half with a sharp SNAP.

"Nice try!" he sneered.

The fight continued, growing fiercer by the second.

Volk's laughter echoed across the battlefield as he resumed his assault, hurling rocks with renewed vigor.

Each throw was accompanied by a shout, his voice booming with energy.

"Take this!" he yelled, launching a boulder that crashed into a cluster of knights, sending them flying like ragdolls.

"And this!" Another rock followed, its impact shaking the ground.

The knights below were in chaos. Their formations were shattered, their morale dwindling with every strike.

"Hold your ground!" Baron Geisler shouted, his voice a beacon of authority.

The knights rallied, their discipline returning despite the overwhelming odds. But even as they fought to regroup, the storm and the Orc continued to batter them relentlessly.

On the mountain, Volk felt the ground tremble.

It was subtle at first, a faint vibration beneath his feet. But it grew stronger with each passing moment.

Volk paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked around. The storm still raged above, but this new sensation was different. It was unnatural.

"What now?" he muttered, his voice low.

The trembling intensified, the rocks around him shifting slightly. Volk's instincts kicked in, and he crouched low, his massive frame tensing like a coiled spring.

"Trying another something new, are you?" he said, a smirk returning to his lips.

But even as he mocked, his senses remained sharp. He could feel the change in the air, the weight of something unknown pressing down on him.

The ground beneath his feet shifted suddenly, a low rumble emanating from deep within the mountain. Volk's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of wary curiosity.

"Interesting…" he murmured, his glowing eyes scanning the terrain.

The rumbling grew louder, a deep, resonant GRRRRRRRR that seemed to come from the mountain itself.

Volk's grin returned, wider and more menacing than before. He cracked his knuckles, the gauntlet glowing brighter in response.

"Alright, humans," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I don't like the lightning, so I'll end this now."