At the top of the mountain, Volk stood like a hulking god of destruction.

The jagged peaks framed his monstrous silhouette, the faint glow of his gauntlet casting eerie green light across the craggy terrain.

His wide grin revealed sharp teeth, and his eyes gleamed with exhilaration as he surveyed the chaos below.

The sound of clattering hooves and panicked screams echoed up to him, filling his ears with a symphony of fear and carnage.

“Hah!” Volk roared, his laughter rumbling like thunder. “You puny fools dare to chase me? Then have a taste of the mountain’s wrath!”

With that, he crouched low, his massive hands gripping the edges of a boulder larger than any man.

He strained for a moment, the muscles in his arms bulging as he heaved it upward.

The gauntlet on his hand glowed brighter, humming with energy that seemed to pour strength into his every fiber.

“Take this!” he bellowed, lifting the boulder above his head.

He turned to look down at the figures scrambling below, their spears and armor glinting like ants scurrying from fire.

Volk let out an earth-shaking roar and hurled the boulder over the edge.

It tumbled through the air, spinning with terrifying momentum before it slammed into the ground with an earth-shaking BOOM!

The impact shattered stone and sent dirt spraying in all directions.

From the distance, he could hear the cries of terror as the cavalry scrambled to avoid the deadly projectiles.

“Ha! Run, little worms!” Volk shouted, his voice booming like a war drum. “But you can’t escape the mountain’s fury!”

He turned to grab another boulder, this one slightly smaller but just as deadly.

“Think you’re safe? Think again!” He launched it with a grunt, the boulder soaring through the air like a missile.

It struck a group of knights attempting to regroup.

Their screams were brief as the stone smashed into them, leaving only broken bodies and twisted armor in its wake.

“BOOM!” The sound of impact sent a thrill through Volk’s massive frame.

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” he roared, his laughter echoing across the mountain.

He slammed his fist into the ground, grabbing another rock.

His hands worked with reckless speed, the gauntlet amplifying his strength beyond anything he had ever felt.

“More! More!” Volk growled, his voice thick with exhilaration. “Let’s see how many of you are left after this!”

He hurled another boulder, his scream louder and fiercer this time.

The sheer force of his throw caused the rock to crack in mid-air, sending shards raining down like deadly shrapnel.

“CRACK-THUD-BOOM!”

Below, the knights tried to shield themselves, but it was futile.

The shards tore through armor, flesh, and bone, leaving behind a crimson mist that hung in the air.

“Come on, you cowards!” Volk taunted, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his booming voice. “Is this the best your so-called Baron can muster? A bunch of tin men squished under rocks? Pathetic!”

Grinning wickedly, he grabbed yet another boulder, this one jagged and uneven.

“Here’s a special one for your Baron! Let’s see him dodge this!”

He lifted the rock with ease and slammed it down on the cliff’s edge, sending it careening down the slope with terrifying speed.

The boulder smashed into a tree on its way down, splitting the trunk in two before hurtling toward the knights.

The resulting crash was deafening, the ground shaking violently under the force of the impact.

“BOOOOM!”

Volk planted his hands on his hips, surveying the destruction with satisfaction.

His breath came in heavy, steaming gusts, but he wasn’t tired.

No, the gauntlet thrummed with energy, invigorating him with every throw.

“This is fun!” Volk shouted to the heavens, his voice echoing into the vast sky. He picked up another stone and held it aloft, admiring its weight. “Think you can climb this mountain? Think again!”

He tossed the boulder with a wild laugh, this time aiming for the cavalry’s rear. The stone crashed into their ranks, scattering horses and men like ragdolls.

“BOOM! CRUNCH!”

“Hah! Right on target!” Volk bellowed, his chest heaving with laughter.

He slapped his knee with a resounding THWACK before grabbing yet another boulder. “I should charge you worms for this show!”

The more he threw, the louder his screams became, each throw fueled by the exhilaration of destruction.

He launched rock after rock, each one landing with devastating accuracy.

“Take this!” he roared, the veins in his neck bulging as he hurled another stone.

“…And this!”

“…And THIS!”

Each word was punctuated by the crash of stone meeting earth, the screams of knights, and the clatter of metal.

The mountain’s base had become a graveyard of shattered boulders and mangled bodies.

The longer Volk threw, the more frenzied his laughter became. His muscles burned with the sweet ache of exertion, and the gauntlet hummed in harmony with his chaotic energy.

“Let’s see you climb now!” Volk bellowed, throwing his arms wide as if daring the cavalry to defy him. “Come on! Show me what you’ve got!”

But even as he taunted them, the knights below faltered.

Their once-determined march had become a desperate scramble for survival.

For every step they took closer to the mountain, Volk sent them reeling back with another rain of death.

Satisfied with the carnage, Volk planted his hands on his hips and surveyed the battlefield.

Blood, broken armor, and the bodies of fallen knights littered the base of the mountain.

The surviving cavalry was scattered, their formation shattered beyond repair.

Volk wiped the sweat from his brow carefully, his gauntleted hand moving with precision to avoid scratching himself.

“Well, that was a good workout,” he muttered, smirking to himself.

Then, with a deep breath, he readied himself for whatever chaos would come next. “Time to see if they’ve got any fight left in them.”

Volk flinched slightly as the arrow struck the rock mere inches from where he stood, embedding itself with a sharp THUNK!

He blinked, then slowly turned his head to look at the quivering projectile.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the faint whistling of the mountain winds.

“Well, well,” Volk muttered, his lips curling into a toothy grin.

He crouched next to the arrow, examining it like a predator sizing up its prey. “Looks like they’ve got some fight left in them after all. Hah! That’s more like it!”

Straightening up, Volk turned his gaze downhill, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield below.

Among the broken boulders and crushed bodies, he spotted a handful of knights regrouping behind their shields.

One of them—a wiry figure with a bow—nocked another arrow and aimed upward, his posture trembling but determined.

Volk’s grin widened into a full-blown snarl. “You dare shoot at me?!” he bellowed, his voice booming across the mountain. “Good! Let’s see how long you last!”

Another arrow whistled through the air. Volk’s sharp eyes tracked its path with ease.

He didn’t move until the last second, sidestepping gracefully as the arrow zipped past his shoulder.

THUNK! It embedded itself into another rock behind him.

“Hah! Missed me!” Volk taunted, slapping his knee with a resounding THWACK! “You’re gonna need a lot more than sticks to take me down!”

Without missing a beat, Volk grabbed a jagged boulder the size of a wagon wheel. The gauntlet on his hand pulsed with energy as he hefted it above his head, the veins in his arms bulging with raw power.

“Catch this!” he roared, launching the massive rock downhill with terrifying force.

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