“Bite it, Orc,” Albert yelled. Then he knelt, and with all his might delivered an uppercut under Orc’s chin.

It was like punching a brick wall.

Albert yelled and fell back on his behind in the dirt. He was sure his hand was broken.

Orc had stopped screaming. He opened his mouth and spit out the worm’s head, along with a gob of blood and saliva.

Hunger, Chapter 9