Karn - Views humans as soap bubbles

Vuel let out a blast of breath, lungs emptied by the massive pressure. Karn curiously felt the man’s flesh slithering away beneath his touch. Humans were such fragile things, soft as soap bubbles. He gazed into the man’s bulging eyes. Vuel’s face clenched in a knot of pain, and his mouth opened to shriek, but there was no air to bear the sound. In the sudden silence came the ominous pop of ribs.

The warriors around rushed forward en mass, pummeling the silver giant with swords, clubs, spears, whatever came to hand. Karn’s own frame rang with the assaults, mournful bell-tones from the empty chambers where the Legacy once resided. But none of the pummeling weapons left even the slightest scar on him.

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In rage, Karn reared his head back, howled, and flung out a massive arm. His fist struck the food-laden wagon. It lurched up into the air. Raw haunches of pork tumbled up. Onions pelted down. Wheels turned in languid suspension above the ground. Soldiers scattered, and with a great crunching boom, the wagon smashed onto the quay. Its profound impact was followed by shocked silence from the warriors.

“Behold—” crowed Vuel viciously, “the guardian has slain someone at last!”

Karn looked. There, jutting from beneath the wagon’s ruined bulk, were the lifeless legs of a small village boy.

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Rath and Storm: Karn's Tale