They're Killer Rabbits ... almost

Cali cracked her old knuckles and whipped her hands around. “Time to go to work.”

Burrowing out of the foul ground came a mischief of mangy rodents. By the hundreds they erupted from the soil, huge ears twitching and terrible incisors gnawing and snapping in their foaming mouths. Their emaciated bodies were covered in matted fur, dingy hues of brown and grey and even white. And where the fur wore thin or flesh was eaten away entirely were the exposed bones, bleached white … But these were too large to be rats - no these were the undead killer hares from the land of Caerbannog, feared in life for their tendency to bite men rather than flee from them.

The hares swarmed and leapt onto the throats of the zombies, draugr and undead men. They were vicious, wicked little things like land piranha with a taste for blood.

Garm was pouncing on anything that moved near Caligari; ripping heads from body and slinging the undead aside. He was clearing a circle around Caligari, but he wasn’t very discriminate.

“Wolf lover, if you eat one more fucking rabbit you’ll never use your balls again!” Cali redirected Garm’s enthusiasm with a harsh admonishment. The giant wolf gave her an apologetic look and opened its jaws, releasing an undead hare who gashed its teeth at Garm before bounding off for human flesh.

“Not the men, my pets. You must kill their queen! Consume the eyes of Hela and gorge on her entrails. Eat and shit and fuck your way through her body.” Cali swung her arms at Hela and unleashed a tidal wave of Killer Bunnies.