Blow The Roof Off This Place
Cyrus's strike team, composed of himself and three stalwart warriors, each bore arms as distinct as their personalities. Their eclectic collection of weaponry stood out against the sterile backdrop of the aerial taxi's interior.
Skara, a formidable warrior who had earned her renown, wielded the newly acquired axe of Bjorzak with a grace that belied its size and deadly purpose. Her grip was firm, her gaze focused; she looked every bit the warrior ready for battle.
Standing next to her, Orc Boss cradled a monstrous ranged weapon, a rapid-fire cannon that seemed an extension of his formidable strength. Crafted with a discerning eye for his towering stature and robust physique, the weapon was a marvel.
To the average human, it would have been a herculean task to lift, much less fire it. But in the orc's powerful grasp, it seemed at home.