Ruthless

    Bruised, battered, and broken, barely able stand on a solo knee, his rampage at an end.

Behind him lay a trail of burned and bloody villages, ending now at the hands of a most unlikely adversary. After all he had done, all the atrocities he had committed, entire battalions of battle hardened men clad in steel and wielding as such dead by his strength alone, for it to end like this; at the feet of a mere woman. A woman in a strange sexy cosplay type outfit no less. No bruises upon her, not a scratch, not even a drop of sweet or a scuff upon her boot.

 

    She places her hand upon his brow and utters a single word, “shatter.”

 

   His jaw becomes slack, like a sack filled with broken glass. His teeth fall from his mouth in pieces. Blood pours from his every orifice. His vision does not go black, no, it is a cacophony of colors and madness as tiny shards of what was once his skull puncture his soft cerebral tissue. Mucus, blood, and grey matter leak from his eyes and ears. The man falls over, his head splattering like a sausage casing stuffed with ripe haggis and sauce.

 

    Thus was Alagorian the ruthless slain at the hands of the unknown sorceress with hair the color of dark blood whom the locals believed to be their goddess Reyvaria come to their rescue; however we know better don’t we.