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The butcher shoved the monk aside, obviously no match for the demon. As he came closer I raised my shield. Suddenly, his cleaver was over his head and heading straight for mine. Managing to parry the attack, my shield nearly cracked from the blow.
I quickly tackled him, but to no avail. As he stood stunned and entertained by my pathetic attempt, I stabbed deeply into his gut. His squinty eyes grew in terror unknown to him, as I twisted the blade fueled by my hatred. Pushing my onto the floor with one arm, he clutched at his wound as his intestines fell out.
Quickly getting up, and with a quick spin, I gashed his chest opened. As I caught my breath, I realized everyone was staring at me. Looking at the dead demon on the floor, I saw why.
Back in town, I laid the cleaver down so everyone could see. They stared in horror as warriors, rogues and mages one by one brought bodies of loved ones from the furnace of hell. They released all their pent up anger on the cleaver. A sad sight it was.
As I rest in the Inn, I heard of my friend's fight against king Leoric's remains. The battle with the skeletal fiend was described in detail as I listened. "Yeah, he fought him! I saw! With mine two eyes I did! What?! My eye patch? I'll give you-" "Ey! Continue with the story would you!" The sudden outburst quelled his anger. "Right. Their e was, standing against this massive skeleton king. His magically enhanced mace smashed and shattered the skeleton monsters around him as he dodged the king's sacred blade! It was incredible it was!"
"Anyways, charged straight into Leoric and sent a smash that shattered in the King's rib cage! Absolutely mental! Then he smashed upward and took his head! Why it isn't the bloody ero' himself!" Sure enough, at the door way stood the fighter, and upon his head was donned the crown of King Leoric.