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Warmaster of Tyron Final

This is another character from our universe, it was a lot more challenging to make than the first one, but I learned a lot. Here is another story from my brother, it's a bit longer: My ebony axes spun around my body, I wouldn’t let any of them get away. No one would ever come to my land and try to enslave my people ever again. The small smoky bodies of the Smog warriors surrounded me. Almost 10 of them, circled me taking stabs and charging with smoke curling of their blades. But this was nothing for the war-master of the Kiro, I had led my people in thousands of battles and I had never lost. I wouldn’t just stop fighting today. I would never stop fighting; I would never lose to such weak enemies. Usually their bodies would have morphed into smoke as a blade met their skin. However, with a frost giant anything that came near me hardened, any motion that came close froze. With the below absolute zero cold that emanated from my body anything that came within my range would falter. With my axes I decapitated two soldiers simultaneously. As their heads hit the cold frozen ground, they burst into smoke. But as I cut two down 10 came. soon I would be outmatched. The lore was that they could only truly fall on their home planet, Smog. Their bodies would turn to smoke then return to their planet, regenerating and reforming for years and then they would come back. “CHKKK!!!” I reeled back in pain as a sword stuck into my right calf. Before he could plunge it in a second time. I kicked him up and cut him into pieces my axes a blur. He dissipated to smoke before he hit the ground. I heard the thumping too late. A Dark One charged at me. Dark Ones were the worst of the Smog they were extremely powerful and they were born into any form. This one was a horse. Its eyes leaked smoke and its mouth foamed. It had two huge dark tusks coming from its mouth. Dark Ones in animal form were supposed to be the weakest, but this daemon horse didn’t look so weak. On all fours it was barely shorter than me and I was almost 15 feet tall. Its muscular haunches were ripe with sweat and Kiro blood. As it approached me it trampled its own comrades, it was moving fast, too fast for me to react. All I could do was brace myself. As it reached me my cold sphere slowed it more than I thought it would. Or maybe the creature just didn’t expect it. But I took my life line and flipped out of the way, the creatures body still smashed into my right leg. My leg did a full 360 degree turn, pain rushed through my body as I planted it on the ground ready to fight. As my fists came up to my face I noticed my axes were gone. They must have flown when I jumped. All I had left was my enchanted dagger. It was an ancient weapon passed down from war-master to war-master. But I couldn’t use magic in a fight of honor. The Dark One personally challenged me this was a fist fight to the death. It turned on me with a look akin to, surprise that I wasn’t skewered. Now it reeled back on two legs and let out a blood curdling “Neeeeigh!!!!!”. Exposing rows and rows of carnivorous teeth. Its battle cry put me and the remaining Smog soldiers to the ground. As I gained my composure and got up it charged again. This time it was ready. Before I could react, it had hit me. First my feet left the ground when it raised me up. When I looked down all I saw was two tusks that went straight through my chest I felt my ribs break and my spine fracture. But no pain, I felt no pain. In fact, I smiled as blood gurgled out of my mouth all I could do was smile. I brought my forearms down on the base of its tusks, they shattered into pieces. Immediately I touched the ground I dropped low and kicked it in the muzzle. It stumbled backwards and I ran gaining distance. All I saw was blood red, now I was going berserk. When a frost giant’s adrenaline started pumping and we got too excited or too damaged, from battle we went into a state of feverish bloodlust. Now the creature charged again and we both knew this was going to end. Either I died now or it died, and I planned to live another good 200 years. This time we both charged, I sidestepped as he reached me, but I spun on my heels and grabbed its legs pulling the creature back. I raised it over my head and I slammed it onto the ground. The moment it was about to rise I jumped on it. I grabbed its head and we wrestled. Seconds passed, then minutes it felt like hours. Until I got both arms around its neck, it bit my arm drawing blood. Which just made me smile harder, I actually let out a chuckle as I snapped its neck and waited for its lifeless body to return to smoke. But there was no time for celebration, under the cliff I was on there were almost 2000 men ready to take my brothers and sisters lives. Hell no. “Jeg vil leve så lenge som jeg trengte. Jeg vil ikke slutte å slåss til den kalde forlot mine bein. Brothers vi er en og samme.” I said this under my breath, I would face off with every one of them. I unsheathed the dagger on my leg. Its magic cooling my bones. I took a running jump and I leaped of the cliff. The cold air bit my face, somehow I smiled even wider. The only thoughts in my mind were that I wouldn’t let them hurt my tribe and that this was how a giant was meant to die.
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