Terrible Wreckage

The bloodied figure that was beating one of the shadow swarm centipede sections to death was nothing other than angry. His rage was being channeled in to every stab using a piece of the fallen golem nearby.

From what Clark could tell, he had been inside that mechanical golem using it as a set of armor. Now, it was nothing but scrap. "I said Die!!!" The last smash held a lot more force as the monster was smashed nearly flat. 

"Maria, start healing. Ralph, hold his arms so that he doesn't break them worse than theyware." Ralph was strong enough to pull the piece of metal from the dwarfs' hands. But he was also stron enough to keep the dwarf from freeing himself and harming his body more. 

Using a lot of force was nothing new to a dwarf. They Were Known to be shorter, but immensely powerful. As a race, they would show off these feats of strength as they forged rougher metals than a human could forge. That was all in the techniques they created for generations.