Strongest Radioactive System

The mountain trembled under Volk's fury as he raised his massive gauntlet high above his head.

The air was thick with tension, the storm raging around him, and lightning lashing at his frame with growing intensity.

Each bolt slammed into him, CRACK! ZAP! BOOM!, leaving faint scorch marks on his skin. He ignored it all, his focus unyielding.

He slammed the gauntlet into the rock below.

BOOM!

The earth groaned as cracks began to spread outward from the point of impact, snaking like jagged lightning bolts across the mountain's surface.

The sound was deafening, like the roar of a thousand thunderclaps compressed into a single moment.

Volk grinned savagely, his tusks gleaming in the chaotic light of the storm. "You want to play with storms, little humans? Let me show you what real power looks like!"

Another slam followed. BAAAM!

The force sent a wave of rock fragments flying outward, some rolling down the slope while others shot into the air like shrapnel.

The ground beneath Volk shuddered violently, as if the mountain itself was recoiling from his raw strength.

The storm responded in kind.

A bolt of lightning, sharper and brighter than any before, shot down from the heavens, aimed directly at Volk's back. CRRRAAAACK!

It struck him squarely, the impact lighting up the entire peak in an electric-blue glow. Volk let out a grunt of pain, but instead of falling, he straightened up.

His eyes glowed brighter, defiant against the storm's fury.

"Is that it?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the valley. "You'll have to do better than that!"

His gauntlet rose again. He slammed it into the ground with even more force. WHAAAAM!

The mountain screamed in protest, large chunks of rock breaking free and tumbling down the slope.

Clouds of dust billowed up, mixing with the rain to create a suffocating haze.

Volk was relentless.

He moved like a beast possessed, slamming the gauntlet down again and again.

Each strike grew stronger, the cracks beneath him widening into gaping chasms.

His muscles bulged with effort, veins popping against his dark skin as he poured every ounce of strength into his task.

Below, the cavalry was in chaos.

"Another one! Incoming!"

The knights scrambled as massive rocks tumbled down the mountainside, some as large as houses.

Each impact shook the ground, sending smaller stones flying like deadly projectiles.

A knight cried out as a boulder crushed him, the sickening CRUNCH of metal and bone echoing in the chaos.

Another was thrown from his horse as the ground beneath him gave way, his scream cut short by the rumbling of the earth.

Baron Geisler's face was grim, his sharp eyes darting between the mountain and his men.

He clenched his fists, cursing under his breath. "Damn it, hold your ground!" he roared.

Above, Volk slammed the gauntlet again. KRAAASH!

The force was so powerful that it sent him skidding backward.

The ground beneath him buckled, large slabs of stone tilting and sliding as the mountain began to give way.

Volk steadied himself, planting his feet firmly on the unstable surface.

The lightning strikes intensified, ZAP! BOOM! ZAP!, each one brighter and louder than the last.

They hit him relentlessly, the pain growing sharper with each bolt.

His body ached, but Volk's grin never faltered.

"This is nothing!" he roared, his voice cutting through the storm. "I've felt worse from my morning stretches!"

With one final roar, Volk raised the gauntlet high. He could feel the energy surging within him, the radioactive glow of the gauntlet pulsating wildly.

"Time to end this!"

He brought the gauntlet down with all his might.

BAAAAAAM!

The mountain seemed to explode from within.

The ground beneath Volk fractured violently, massive chunks of rock breaking free and hurtling into the air.

The entire slope began to collapse, the sound a deafening cacophony of CRASH! BOOM! KRRRRRRAAAAK!

Volk stood amidst the chaos, watching with satisfaction as the mountain crumbled around him.

But he wasn't done yet.

As the rocks began to fall, Volk leapt into the air, his massive form defying gravity for a brief, exhilarating moment.

The wind rushed past him, carrying with it the smell of rain, dirt, and ozone.

He reached out and grabbed hold of one of the larger boulders, his fingers digging into its rough surface.

For a moment, he hung there, suspended in the air with the falling debris.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Let's make this interesting."

With a roar, Volk twisted his body, using the momentum to swing himself onto the boulder.

His feet landed firmly on its surface, and he crouched low, balancing as the massive rock hurtled toward the ground.

Below, the knights stared in horror as the shadow of the falling rock—and the monstrous Orc riding it—grew larger and larger.

"What in the—?!" one knight stammered, his voice choked with panic.

"Move! Move!" another screamed, yanking on his horse's reins.

Baron Geisler's eyes widened, but his expression remained steely. "Brace yourselves!" he commanded, though his voice carried an edge of desperation.

Volk laughed, the sound booming like thunder. "Here I come, little humans!"

The boulder hit the ground with earth-shattering force.

KABOOOOOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, knocking knights off their feet and causing horses to rear in terror.

The ground cracked and splintered, creating a crater where the boulder had landed.

Volk stood in the center of the destruction, his massive form towering over the chaos.

Dust and debris swirled around him, obscuring him for a moment before he stepped forward, his glowing gauntlet cutting through the haze like a beacon of doom.

"Round two?" he growled, his eyes locking onto the injured knights.

The battlefield grew eerily silent for a moment as Volk's massive form stood before the cavalry.

The ground beneath him seemed to tremble in submission, the weight of his presence alone causing a suffocating tension to spread through the knights.

He slowly turned his head, his glowing gauntlet crackling faintly with radioactive energy.

His crimson eyes scanned the rows of knights, but it wasn't their trembling hands or pale faces that caught his attention.

It was the man standing at the forefront.

Baron Geisler.

Volk couldn't explain it, but something about the man set him on edge.

It wasn't fear—Volk feared nothing—but a primal instinct flared within him, a whisper that this man, while smaller and weaker than him, posed a unique threat.

Was it the sharpness of his gaze?

The unwavering way he gripped his weapon?

Volk didn't know, but the feeling gnawed at him.

His lip curled into a snarl. "You seem dangerous" he muttered under his breath. "Let's test that theory."

As if the heavens themselves sought to add drama to the scene, a massive boulder suddenly tumbled down the mountain behind Volk.

Its descent was chaotic, carving a jagged path through the debris before launching into the air, arcing directly toward him.

Volk didn't flinch.

With a smooth motion that belied his immense size, he twisted his body and caught the edge of the boulder with one hand.

WHUMP!

The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, but Volk held firm, his muscles bulging as he redirected the massive rock with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Let's see how you handle this!" he roared, hurling the boulder straight at Baron Geisler.

The Baron barely had time to react.

The massive boulder tore through the air with a deafening WHOOSH, its sheer size blocking out the sun for a brief moment.

It struck him square in the chest, lifting him off the ground and sending him hurtling backward in a straight, brutal line.

He crashed through the ranks of knights like a cannonball, scattering them like leaves in a storm.

His body disappeared into the haze of dust and debris, leaving only the panicked cries of his men behind.

"Baron Geisler!" one knight screamed, his voice cracking with despair.

"The Baron's down! What do we do?!"