Thunders rumbled in the valley while lightings lighted up, briefly, the Liche's army. Damaged helmets and breastplates, shinny centuries ago, protected the empty carcass that were men and women aforetime but that worms had reduced to just bones. Torkas seized his huge blade, relaxed muscles and vigilant look. A lighting hit the ground just in front of him: "Gods are losing their patience. It would be better not making them wait". Then, he charged as only a barbarian from the badlands could charge. His big figure sank among his enemies while bone splinters flew and there everywhere.
- Includes files STL and STL presupported.
- Miniature ready to print in scale 32mm and 75mm.
- 75mm is separated in several pieces.
