In the heart of the demonic hordes, the Slayer becomes a whirlwind of destruction, his weapons tearing through sinew and bone with ease. He impales demons on his chainsaw, their bodies splitting open to reveal organs and entrails. He shoots others in the face, their heads exploding in a spray of blood and brain matter. The floor is slick with gore, the air thick with the scent of death and the cries of dying demons.