My now somewhat crazed, bloodshot eyes then landed on one particular, noticeably much taller Folk-man.
This one was about 6.9 feet tall, and also slightly, unusually beefy than the others.
It was wrestling desperately against two other Mercenary-Guards, who were both clearly trying their hardest to bring this ashen-skinned monstrosity down.
Its pale body was already ripped and torn with numerous bleeding cut wounds, but it was still showing absolutely no outward sign of exhaustion or pain.
One of the Mercenary-Guards was currently hung like a blood suckin' parasite on its broad back, as they repeatedly, frantically stabbed at it with a short blade.
While the other Merc was simultaneously, relentlessly smacking it hard with a heavy sledgehammer, aiming for its belly and face.
They finally managed to force it down onto its left knee, after a particularly well-aimed, bone-quaking hammer slam connected solidly with its right thigh.
