Jin-woo stepped down into the dungeon. A nippy breeze brought with it haunting cries that would easily unnerve the brave. But he was anything but afraid. Purpose wedged itself in the marrow of his bones as he eyed his opponent. An ogre, its poor posture the only thing stopping it’s green egged head from knocking against the ceiling. Upon realizing the warrior’s presence, a roar of malice escaped between crooked teeth and gummy jaws.
The ogre charged with a wooden club. Jin-woo readied his stance, unsheathing his dual glaives before moving like silk in the breeze. He darted to the right to avoid the first swing, then rolling between the daft monster’s legs to appear behind him. Jin-woo made quick slashes upon the beast’s back, drawing first blood.
Another roar in frustration left the oger’s spit filled mouth as it swung round, attempting to smash the warrior with its club. Jin-woo again avoided the weapon with a flit backwards, a smirk on his lips. And like an effortless spinning top, twirled, releasing hold of his blades as momentum took hold, spinning the chains attached that spiraled the blades into a perfect circle. They lashed out, hard at the ogre who stood too close, and with every rotation of Jin-woo’s body, the blades sliced at the ogre, again, and again, and again.
Till the ogre was nothing put pieces, flesh shredded into swift slices as it toppled to the ground from blood loss.
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Amani