(by Hugh Rotbart)
Fire, cold, storms nothing had harmed me until now ...
A roar, a scream, a blow that would have been strong enough to split the skull of a cattle hit my shield and hurled me to the nearest one Wall and with a thud the air was forced out of my lungs ...
What was I getting into? Was it even possible to defeat such a monster?
It all started quite harmlessly when I moved out once again to free the Thais from the evil that was spreading there like a rampant disease. Disgusting trolls, hosts of orcs, worms that fed on the dead, minotaurs who fought to the last for their kingdom and also the beholders in their slimy caves ... I would have been prepared for all that, but not for this monster. ..
I had my back to the wall - exhausted, tired and I knew that my end was near. A powerful blow from my opponent snatched the weapon from me ...
Triumphant grunts fills the dark cave and my opponent paused for a moment in the moment of his triumph, although he too was battered and bleeding from numerous wounds, things were far less bad for him than for me.
Banor forgive me I want to live ... I whispered.
I spoke the words in a language long past and pointed to my opponent. My opponent's eye widened in shock when the electrical discharge hit him and he took a step back in pain. That was my chance ... for a brief moment a smile crossed my face ... with a sideways roll I was at my weapon, backed off a bit and took one of the two elixirs that I was carrying with me. I felt the invigorating effect on my body ... I could feel my right arm again and the open wounds were scabbed.
Was there perhaps still hope that I survived this fight alive?
I held my breath tense as my opponent struck another huge blow. I was still just dodging the blow to the side, a blow that made the earth shake around us. Clutching my hammer in both hands, I stormed forward and hit his chest with all my might - it was thrown back and I
pursued ... A grunt sounded as something heavy hit me on the side ... I heard bones bursting and lost the feeling in my left arm ... I idiot !! had neglected my cover !! We both fooled around, we knew that the end of our two was near.
My left arm hung lifelessly by the side that ... my hammer in the remaining arm I was preparing for its onslaught ... in those seconds I didn't have time to think about my remaining elixir, all I wanted was this fight to end respectively. So we hit each other one last time.
Victory ... but it was bitter, I had only won because of the magic I hated and goddamned ... that was no Banor pleasing fight. I prayed for the Cyclops who fought so valiantly for his life.
In fact, he was just defending his home. Who knows if Cyclops are really bad but.
But such thoughts are not for a knight, I brush them aside ... Monsters were the PEST, not WE heroes.
Then an idea occurred to me: What could the Cyclops have been carrying with him ... I opened his pouch: 2 gold coins he died for that.
Somehow I couldn't get rid of the feeling that Banor wouldn't give me credit for this head.