A brutal bloodshed.

As Terran stood in between the beautiful women and the offending Orcs, before he suddenly formed a wall to protect the three women, as he received the coming threats, swiftly reaching an arm out towards one of the combatants, catching the skull of the Orc as it attempted to run past, quickly crushing it in hand, before promptly dropping its headless corpse clattering to the floor.

Then, as Terran separated himself from the wall protecting the women, formed another hammer from his immense mass, before smashing it through the body of another Orc, leaving a pile of mushy bones and blood in its wake, as Terran swirled the hammer about in his grasp, winding around his wrist in swift constant motions, before slamming it down once more at the feet of two other Orcs, before he engulfed their forms, lacerating their forms to mince meat within his own body, before dropping their remaining limbs to the ground.

But then, as Terran stood firm and stern before his wards, a large group of Orcs walked in, all equally resolved to damage the building, and its owner’s integrity, as they marched onwards to meet Terran.

Then, when the Orcs had reached him, he simply exploded his form, sending thousands of miniscule pellets through their Orcish bodies, leaving them to drop to the ground, utterly inert, as the steel clay pellets then crawled their way from the fallen forms, before regathering at Terran’s side. As everything passed, he slowly stepped forward once more, greeting the approaching Orcs, the few dozen remaining, as a grin came to his face, before he simply shouted to them.

“All Orcs that approach! Heed my warning, YOU WILL DIE!!!” The final three words resounded throughout the underground chamber’s entirety, rumbling through the dirt itself, as he gathered the scattered mass of his being, every single scrap, save the wall protecting his women from the Orcs… ‘Yes… My women…’ “Approach my women and **** shall follow!!”

His words brought expressions of shock about the faces of said women, a joyous shock though, as Haruo hugged Elyrah close, the longest companion of his having a wide smile replacing her usual indifference, and Selera, the owner of the bunker being destroyed by the invading forces, while she WAS grieving the destruction of her home, she was far more enraptured by the words he’d spoken, as a heavy blush overtook her face, before she collapsed into the comfy embrace of a seat in Terran’s form, holding her tightly and firmly in his steely cool hold, tender caresses glancing atop her chiseled skin lightly, as he stood between, again, HIS women and danger, what could be their certain ****, or much worse.
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But, of course, Terran wasn’t about to let any of that come to pass, as he stomped forward, his regathered mass standing a mighty twenty feet tall, only slightly crouching in Selera’s chamber, leaving Terran’s absurd form plenty of room to reach and respond to any opponent who approaches.

And respond he did, as Orc after Orc smashed into Terran’s form in vain, before being absorbed by his mass, and being crumpled into a mere pile of blood, bones, and flesh being churned within the steely clay of his make, catapulting shards of bone into the Orcs dozen of meters away, leaving all opposing foes dropped to the ground from the countless shards flying through the air, or being turned to piles of mush, or being incorporated into his own being, somehow, but all the same, Terran stood tall and mighty, taking on the dozens of Orcs, wafting in waves through the underground chambers.

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Nearly two hours after, Terran stood still, firm and strong, as a tendril appeared from his mass, skewering the final Orc through the stomach, as he walked towards it, itching a hand to the last attackers head, taking it in a monstrous hold, and slowly whispered into his ear.