Waking from his deep sleep, Mark rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up to get his blood flowing, stepping out from his tent and observing the team doing their daily rituals. The team broke down their camp under the orders of Karden who seemed to be accustomed to commanding people, but mist started to flow into the small hall creating an impenetrable layer of fog that hugged the ground making it impossible to see the floor or your feet. Immediately the team went onto high alert and grabbed their armor that could be seen just above the fog. Equipped, Karden ordered them to form a spear head formation to effectively deal with any opposition that would come through the doors.

Walking through the doors were hulking brutes that were decked out in full plate armor that clanked as they slowly walked. Seeing the slow movements on of the more arrogant member strode up to the brutes thinking that he was fast enough to dodge any strike that they would seek to land upon him. To his utter shock and horror the brute in front of him moved so fast that I was a blur as it swung a single handed mace that was hidden behind his thigh. The effect was obvious as the metal mace met with soft flesh and the mace pulverized the mans head and blew his entire body to the side. The mans body slid down the wall leaving a red trail as a sign of his arrogance and stupidity.

Karden keeping cool ordered for the team to keep in formation and advance. Taking the side of caution he ordered the formation to advance slowly , but that flew out the window as the brutes flew into the formation with the force of a hurricane and completely destroyed their formation creating a maelstrom of chaos. Blades and armor flashed in the early morning sunlight creating a beautiful but brutal scene. Mark, taking the full blow of one of the brutes great sword, was pushed back three steps and his arm was numbed. He shook his arm to get feeling back into his arm and he took a look at his tower shield and what he saw terrified him. His shield was completely split and the bones in his arm were shattered and some of the shards were sticking out the split in the shield. Retreating before the brute who had injured him, Mark backed up to the statue, when his back hit the base of the statue he was forced the fight this brute who would kill him in a single swing of the jagged great sword. Watching the sword ascend and begin descending Mark threw himself to the side to avoid the blow which then landed on the statue. The blow sent cracks speeding all over the statue.

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To the utter horror of the explorers, the cracked statue then began to emit a low crack which was then followed by a huge explosion of stone and dust creating a smoke bomb with deadly shards. The brutes and explorers that were within a five meter radius were shredded by the flying shards of stones. Clouds of blood and bones were sent into the air contaminating the very air with the metallic scent of blood.

"At last," boomed out a tired sounding voice.

As the dust settled both the brutes and explorers who were locked in vicious combat and had been blown off their feet look for the source of the voice. The dust revealed a mountain of a man that was clothed only from his waist down in a shabby but wealthy looking cloth and his feet were clad in armor. Looking at the upper body of the man everyone in the hall was astounded by how many muscles that they could see and the colour of his skin was the most peculiar because of the obsidian shade creating the effect of a statue of polished, but dusty, the man was looking around and seemed to be disoriented.

Arwyn look around at the remaining pieces of his prison and looked at the people and creatures surrounding him. When the brutes completely saw him they let loose soul shaking roars and charged forward toward Arwyn, but Arwyn was not a general from nothing, lowering his body he calmly waited for the brutes to reach him. As the first brute reached him and swung his mace Arwyn dipped to the side and grabbed the wrist that held the mace and twisted it behind the brute creating a sickening crunch as the brutes arm was completely torn from its body. Picking up the dropped mace he swung downward obliterating the brutes head. Moving like a specter Arwyn dance between weapons and tore limbs free from their bodies and obliterated the brutes in mere seconds. Dumb struck the explorers stood there with jaws slacked and their brains not comprehending what had just happened .

Arwyn stood on top of the pile of brutes like a victorious hunter gloating over his prize. His gaze then turned to the explorers and he lifted his reclaimed mace and took a step forward.