The marsh was cold, so cold. A glint of steel could be seen through the thick mist. A bristle wind swept the travellers. And slowly they advanced. Their swords in their hands provided just a sliver of reassurance, for they knew that what they faced couldn't be kill by steel. They all jumped to the side at the small croak of a frog, then began to advance again. They reached a small cave. Each man was surprised that he had made it this far. Slowly, they entered the cave. Then, suddenly, a gust of wind picked up and with it, a shrill scream. The men scattered in terror as the large, almost human figure rose from the water, rags hanging off its body. It let out another scream and drew one hundred shimmering blades from the ground. The blades screamed forward, sticking six men in the back. Then, as six more blades rose the ragged figure screamed again, but this time in agony, as a glowing sword protruded from its back. Symbols danced over the blade as it stuck deeper and deeper into the beast. Then with a mighty flash the creation of Hell dissolved into ashes. Suddenly the fog lifted and the sun show through with a mighty burst.