Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck stood up and a heart gripping fear took me. It was at that moment that the Monstrous beast fell with a an earth shattering crash to the floor of the gigantic chamber. The beast was hideous with slime oozing from every crevice and pore. It's vulgar sight was non that I ever wanted to see. Now that it layed before me it was time for it's death to come. I drew my sword and ran forth thrusting my sword forward stabbing over and over again and again. When I finally opened my eyes to see what was left a tentacle whipped out and threw me to the other side of the chamber landing in a large pile of slime that broke my fall and thankfully mot my back. I raised myself to my feet and drew my word again but this time the
monster anticipated the attack and spit a glob of mucous that engulfed my sword and ripped it from my grip at the same time! Now my weapon was lost in the filth of the beast that covered the whole entire room. Finding my arm was hopeless now I had to face it with my bare hands and hope that I would live to see day light again.
Now covered in filth i wiped my face as best I could and got
ready for the battle that would last in the history books...
