And as soon as they broke formation, Flesh-Stealer was on them.
It came for him, and Trazyn gathered power in his obliterator, bringing it to the floor like a hammer. The layer of tundra parted before him, a billowing shock wave of jade energy throwing immobilised termagants away from the furrow.
The lictor dodged aside, the blast bubbling its chitin and mangling one leg. That did not stop it.

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