Hamund finds himself in a large chamber dressed in what looks to be silk and gold lining the walls draped down to resemble that of a throne room from the earth he left behind. The chamber towered over him as if to hold beast larger than the anything he had ever seen. The General stood behind Hamund urging him to continue walking. Hamund complied with the general but remained wary of his surrounding taking in every detail he could while he was being rushed through the chamber. The ground began to shake under Hamund’s feet and the silk like material began to flow as if someone had opened a door ahead of him. Hamund turned to address the general, but he had disappeared behind a large stone wall which had risen from the ground behind him.
As Hamund felt the wall trying to find any way to return it back into the ground he began to smell a strong odor of rotten meat with a metallic smell entangled in it. Hamund turned to see a large beast towering over him. The Beast stood almost as tall as the tree of life and had tattered and leather-like skin that was wrapped in silk and gold to hide its deep grey complexion. The creature appeared to be almost humanoid with long arms that stretched down below its knee with legs that were at least five times Hamunds size. In the right hand of the beast was one of the beings from the planet ripped in half but still flailing around trying to get free. In the left hand of the beast was a large shard of metal that time had worn away and sharped.
Hamund laughs and loudly exclaims “You all got me there!” as the beast presses forward towards him. The beast encroaches on Hamund and throws the now lifeless corpse that it wielded in its right hand at Hamund narrowly missing him. As the Corpse flies past Hamund its blood splatters across his Armour and bleeds into the white fur which cloaked his shoulders. Hamund looks over at the stains on his cloak and shouts “I shall soon be known as Hamund the Jotnar killer!” The beast lowers his body and swings the large shard of metal into the air before losing balance and slashing it towards where Hamund stood. Hamund watches as the metal falls unwavering from his position as the blade of the weapon collides with the ground next to Hamund he climbs onto the weapon and drops his shield unto the ground. The beast grips the sword with both hands and rips it out of the ground causing the beast to stumble backward and throwing Hamund into the air above him. As Hamund lands on the beasts shoulders he plunges his sword into the neck of the beast.
The beast cries out a loud and blood curdling scream “ARhhhhhhh” as flailed around trying to rip the sword out through sheer force of motion. Hamund loses his balance and plummeted to the ground from the shoulders of the giant as Hamund hits the ground he feels the force of his fall rush through him bursting out of him with a loud blister cry of pain followed by a flurry of blood. The beast recognized his loud cry hurled its body around swinging the sword ripping stone off the walls around him. The beast lifts its blade to impale its blade through Hamund. As Hamund closes his eyes and accepts his fate taking in one last breath there is a loud burst of air followed by the sounds of metal ripping through flesh and bone throwing shards of bone through the air.
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The beast stumbles and impales the blade through the stone floor nearly missing Hamund’s head. The roaring winds from the strike force Hamund’s eyes open as he notices the beast hunched over him using the metal as a crutch while clutching his right hand on the heel of his right leg. Hamund lifts himself to his feet and watches as blood pours through the beasts fingers. The blood fell from the beast like a river of crimson red colliding with the stone floors deflecting in all directions like rain falling over a mountain pass. Hamund limbs towards the beast and bangs his hand into his chest but he notices neither of his weapons respond to him. Hamund bangs his hand against his chest once again still to no effect.
Hamund looks the beast in the eyes and says “Well I guess I have to take my sword from you the a different way.” Hamund grabs onto the beast arm and attempt to scale the beast once more. The beasts breathing gets heavier as it places its injured leg on the ground and swipes his hand through the air attempting to throw Hamund off of him. Hamund holds onto the beast climbing only a few inches as the beasts arm falls to rest. Once Hamund reaches his sword he tugs on it but is unable to remove it from the leathery skin of the beast. With a frustrated look Hamund reaches behind him where he had concealed Thorkells wooden knife and unsheathes the blade before launching himself onto the beasts face. As Hamund looks into the beast blue eyes he shouts “I am done with this fruitless fight!” as he plunges the wood blade into the beasts eye repeatedly. The beast falls to the ground bleeding profusely and shaking violently.
Hamund now lays next to the beast as he hears soldiers begging for mercy coming from the wall that had trapped him in this room. Hamund tilts his head and looks into the now dim blue eyes of his fallen foe and says “Feel solace in knowing that my hand is the one who sent you from the world.” Hamund looks up towards the ceiling of the chamber and which held paintings of what appeared to be a sun god and continues with “What lies beyond that wall is a fate far worse than any death could ever bring.” As Hamund lays on the ground staring at the image of the sun god he thinks of his home back on earth and remembers laying in fields of wheat feeling comfort in his life. He could still feel the warmth of the sun's rays of light burrowing their way into his skin. He remembered the first time he introduced Admadra to Thorkell and the times they would play out stories of their combined journeys for him. Hamund wanted to smile and remember these moments with glee but he knew what had followed that feeling. He recalled the days that lead to him having to leave earth behind and the fear of never having a home of his own again.