Shambling like a tortured god, the bonegrinder did not bother stomping, but instead leaned down with its grotesque assembly of weaponry that had replaced one of its arms and tore the earth and fire apart in a gargantuan sideways scooping motion. In an instant, the fire was thrown off and to the sides to burn fruitlessly out of the way of the greenskins, deep into one of the many pits that had been opened by dwarf-triggered collapses. Logan pretended that he did not hear what sounded like outrage of all things emanating from the daemonic fire as it was plainly and simply removed from the area with one expression of might and crude cunning. It was so swiftly done that Logan was dumbfounded, but not for long. The greenskins seemed outraged, gleeful, too many emotions at once, and yet more and more of them were coming towards the gate, knocking down and trampling tents and those goblins that were not able to get out of the way. A greater amount of chaos, if that was even possible, appeared to have occurred to the south, and it was only the slight healing of his eyes that allowed him to look a miniscule amount more in that direction rather than being blinded once again by sight beyond sight. There, he heard other roaring, crashing, and the clang of metal growing louder and louder. All the while, the pillar of WAAAAAGH!!! energies grew larger and larger.
