"Oh, goddammit!" I exclaim.

"What is it, Lord Aisla?" says by both Lord Geoff and my friend Guiles of Äşaga, as I do notice them to glance at me.

I brandish the tip of my blade pointing at the direction. The egress from the other way. I command: "Formation!" in a bellowing echo. I don't know what awaits us in this situation as we are trying to get some progress deep inside this perilous dungeon. Now, we are forced to defend. Fighting against hordes of goblins and orcs. The air is thick with the smell of blood and sweat as we battle our way through the dungeon. We do stall the progress of Guiles deciphering the code unto the ancient rune engraved around the walls. I'm sorry about that, my friend.

"Here comes the climatic part of this resistance." I sense an in-depth dread lurking across this narrow passage.

"Oh, another riff of their wailings, I see!" as I do recognize the tone of the voice is neither Guiles not Lord Geoff nor from my protégés.

Here it is, the sensation itself emits a powerful vibe of intimidation, as my front is starting to tremble and the fissure in the formation is on display. The morale is so low that I impose an exhortation upon them to give a slight boost for their cause. What is in front of us is the head of this assault. Their leader, a tall and powerful warrior dressed in a traditional tribal look with the prices of his trophy, is dangling around its neck - the skulls of its prey. I am glad where my line is beginning to realize as holding the front is the only option left to let us be alive. The monster is at the front leading his pack forward. The monster, whose height is equal to an average human plus a third-fourth of it, swings his sword with deadly accuracy, as it's trying to cut down its enemies with ease. Which I, therefore, block it with my buckler and parry it with my blade. To save my energy against such a tremendous attack, I use the corpse of the severed head… the body seems to be of an orc origin. To mitigate the strength of the impact, I capitalize the tactic.

"Lord Aisla! I found a way!" Guiles proclaims, as by his behest we retreat in a slow-paced motion for the line will not fumble.

The group of Lord Geoff continues to fight their way within this dungeon, where each member is taking down their own share of enemies. Well, I am seeing what should be a guaranteed weight off of my back. We take the other door and in this narrow passage, a good job for Guiles of Äşaga. He sought for a solution under this pressure which he did. I not at all have doubted your abilities, my friend. I notice as we get inside in our respective chamber, Lord Geoff denotes there are several rooms connected to each fringes. I reply to him by making signs to use the strategy. We move from room to room, finding more and more creatures to fight against. All of them are a mix of a coalition of orcs and goblins. Albeit, those creatures we fought with seemed contorted and limp because a one slash takes a 'Good well job's done'. They just die, one wound incurred and a shallow trauma.

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We meet at the convergence. A room is spacious in which the respective teams share some premature victory poses. I confront Lord Geoff with a gentle thud on his shoulder, whereas I say: "Good job on staying alive. I appreciate it." in a sincere fashion in which he takes a salute unto my sentiment as a reply… Suddenly, we find ourselves in a large chamber filled with orcs and goblins. We clumped together to severely fatigue the pursuants and the newly-spawned wave alike. The orcs are armed with swords and axes while the goblins carry spears and shields. The party stands ready for battle as we face off against these foes. A plethora of variations of opponents I have battled with, this is the first time that I see a band of warriors whether it may be human or inhumane whose weapon of choice has a peculiar kink.

"Part two, isn't it? Huh?" I chuckle, where I am completely oblivious as I give my men a slight confidence in themselves.

The roars. The howls. Those preemptive cheers. Resonate through my heart as if the battle is already done. The section is still at its climax between the penultimate part. I put up my shield and my shortsword in the air. Hoisting both of my arms signifying an early triumph. I solely do it because to provoke and to taunt the beings encompassing us. I know, for sure, we claim this battle is a walk in the park. I detect the presence of these uncoordinated mobs who are losing their chill because of their leader's absence. Their presence is not that daunting at all. On Guiles' signal, he detonates all of the bombs planted that were placed on the arc of each door. No way out! Rendering these stupid creatures into panic.

"Lord Aisla, on your command." uttering, Lord Geoff suggests.

The fight is long and hard but eventually the party of Lord Geoff prevails over their own enemies as we also claim victory on our part too including the help of Guiles of Äşaga. We emerge from the dungeon battered and bruised but victorious nonetheless. The cheers and the laughs reverb the entire area. A setting that looks like the inside of an arena. In a makeshift way, we let Guiles do his thing. Out of this vile dungeon, we once again have dominated it. My first dungeon experience takes a sweet scented retch around my mouth. Where the sweat and the blood turns out to be this mild.

"We did it! Lord Aisla! We did it!" Lord Geoff approaches me, wherein he gives a tight embrace, as we celebrate this victory.

"Yes, we have…" as I am trying to catch my breath after a long-fought hand-to-hand combat.

I take a step aback further away from the finished battle. I hit my bum down to the pavement as my knees have conceded.

After several hours,...: "This dungeon has been neutralized." Guiles of Äşaga declares. The most valuable player of this venture.