Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191202211201/@comment-35691777-20191209053216

The Malice was getting closer, and Porker and his men were on their last licks. The old general had his chainsaw cleaver at the ready, he was no match, but he was going to die. Fat, old, but not dead yet. The rest of the soldiers followed suit, they had no Huntsmen to help them, but they were doing their job as it should, that is until they saw a golden beam of energy rain down from the sky and strike the Malice. Porker and his men were launched away from the impact force of the beam.