Warrior of Iron.
Kyle breathed heavily, out of breath from the pursuit of his quarry. The enemy was close now. He drew his axe, it was double headed and inscribed with runes. He descended the slope, wary of traps. Bones littered the floor; there a gaping hole in the Cliffside.
He advanced towards it. Suddenly a stone clattered down the hillside, breaking the eerie silence. Kyle spun, just in time to see the troll leap towards him…
He threw himself aside with a split second to spare as the creature smashed into the spot he had been standing on. Kyle leaped sideways dodging the troll's lethal hands. Feigning an attack he jumped over the trolls swinging arms and drove his axe up into its chin. He pulled his axe free with a sickening crunch. The troll staggered backwards screaming in rage and pain.
Kyle slammed his axe home again loping off one of its arms. Then with a resounding thud it crashed to the ground.
He moved slowly through the darkness of the trolls cave, nothing moved. Up ahead something gleamed in the faint light from his candle. He was drawn towards it like a moth to a torch. Kyle peered into the gloom and took a step back in awe. Before him lay a huge axe bedecked with glimmering jewels and glowing runes, He reached forward to touch it.
AS his fingers touched it he screamed, and then darkness claimed him…