Vorrin saw the rock bounce off the worm's face as Jake was turning tail to run. The worm had begun to chase him when bottom jumped into the air, propelled by the sheer muscularity of his legs up and then down, decending closer and closer to the head of the worm. Vorrin was death from above, his club swinging down like a meteor, crashing through the sand and impacting just behind the crown of the worm's head. The worm recoiled in pain, thrashing and writhing. This time, Vorrin was in the perfect place to fight the beast, thrash as it might, it couldn't move Vorrin had one hand firmly gripped into the beast flesh. Vorrin's club began to pummel the worm's head, hoping to crush it's brain, but the sheer size of the beast guaranteed that it's skull was thick. Strike after strike, Vorrin's assault was violent and unrelenting, with the ferocity of a beast trying to break from it's cage. There was a moment where the worm almost threw Vorrin off, but with one final blow, Vorrin's club smashed into the worm's brain and it fell limp. As the creature fell to the ground with a colossal crash, Vorrin was hurled forward and collided with the sandy ground with tremendous force. Forcing himself to stand, Vorrin was breathing heavily, exhausted from the battle.<br/><br/>"A most . . . Vile Demon . . . A worthy foe of . . . My war club" Vorrin huffed and puffed to himself as he began to walk to where he saw the others running to. Holstering his weapon and rolling his shoulders, he marched through the sand trying to push the pain from his mind