Chapter Twenty-TwoThis is it.
If he can bite a gun in half, those teeth will tear through my skull like cotton candy.
Only the orc doesn’t get a chance to close his mouth.
His hands looking normal again, Nero grabs Bogof’s jaws in a maneuver applied to crocodiles in cartoons, and—with barely any strain—rips the orc’s mouth in half.
Blood and brain matter splatter all over me.
Still moving too fast for me to fully register, Nero does something else with his hands.
Bogof’s huge arms fall on the ground around me with a loud splat.
The orc spews gallons of blood from the empty sockets where his arms and head used to be, then falls to ground—where Nero’s kick breaks through his massive chest cavity and squishes the giant heart that was still beating there after all the abuse.
My paralys
