"Ahahahaha! Struggle all you want. But the outcome is clear! It's either you succumb to your fate as my experiment, or you suffer before becoming my experiment. Either way, both choices work for me!"
Orakh ignored the Old Hag's mockery and barked, "Did you find it yet?"
"Not yet!" came the shout from the back.
"Hurry! We can't hold this many golems!"
The battle was slipping out of their hands. Within seconds, the witch poured [Bev-Rage] into the mouths of her controlled golems and Orcs. The creatures' eyes turned bloodshot, their strength swelling beyond normal limits.
The Orcs could kill the witch if they reached her, but that was the problem—no one could reach her. The Old Hag's specialty wasn't raw strength. It was manipulation. Her power allowed her to control beasts and men alike, turning allies into weapons and feeding them potions that made them unstoppable.
