One Bane axe falls, embeds in The Butcher from shoulder to sternum, cleaving his heart. His grotesque fat shudders, shattered bones rattle a ghastly durge.
The second Bane axe falls. The Butcher's skull splits and widens. The Slayer looks back at Agathia with unholy appreciation in his baleful stare. Here is death - here is purpose. [Continues...]