It took several minutes before the pain began to recede, allowing Morr, breathing heavily, bleeding from several cracks in his skin all over his body, to slowly stand up again, looking back at where had lain, seeing now that, ironically, his constant spasms applicating the rough edges of his armor had turned the arch-fiend to a barely recognisable mess of brutally torn flesh while his massive weight had done the rest.<br/><br/>Beaten and battered, Morr nevertheless turned around to retreat to his men to see-<br/><br/>A brutal massacre almost at its end, the recruits he had left to hold the lines having broken into a mindless panic without him to reeinforce their will. Staring in utter shock, Morr recovered as best he could, raised his sword and charged to where the butchery seemed thickest.