Athux staggers through the battlefield in pursuit of a wounded foe. A mighty warrior once, but a long campaign has left the half demon general a hollow shell of his former self. Sweat and blood mingle on his dark skin like mud, and his heavy breath sounds like a dog panting. His six toes dig into the loamy ground with each step, and the bloody remains of several slain demons mark his passage. With an exhausted groan, he lifts his wavy-bladed greatsword and brings it crashing down upon the enemy.