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As if on cue, the cage and wagon began to shake. The clang of iron chains against the metal bars rang out in a deafening ruckus. The man let out a scream as the goblins continued their advance on him. He was pulled out in the same manner as the last, and held tight in a bone crushing grip. The second goblin, without bothering to remove the last bits of flesh from the rod, made his way to the victim.

Before he could get 5 paces, a flash flew out of the dark surroundings to embed itself in the goblins head. The bolt had made its way through the back of the skull exiting in a point out the temple. Like a sac of turnips, the hobgoblin toppled to the ground without so much as a croak.

The goblin holding the man throws him to the ground and lets out a yell for his bigger friend, but was only greeted by its severed head rolling out of the bushes. Realizing this change of events, the beast runs towards the wagon. He reaches directly for the massive iron crossbar, and pulls out the lock dropping it to the earth with a loud thud. Instantly the doors swung open smashing the goblin senseless to the ground.

The berserker was seven and a half feet tall wearing a ragged loin cloth and thick chains buckled with an iron clasp on each forearm. A huge mass of pulsating veins over a mountain of muscle stretched tightly over the entire dark grayish form. It is said a Berserker is an amalgamation of various races of trolls, and rumor has it that a human female is the last step in its creation. The result is truly a display of such ferocity that which would instill fear in the Daevi himself.

It leaped out landing one giant foot on the unconscious goblin crushing its skull in a gruesome pop. Looking at the stunned man then at its dead masters, it burst a roar of triumph drowning the forest for miles.

Another bold flew from the dark landing before the creature’s feet startling it back a pace. Before it could react, a dark figure came sprinting from the bushes holding a thin long sword held back streamlined against his body. Dark hair was tied around the back and tucked under a dark cloak, however due to the lack of light he may have had any shade. Not the slightest sound was made save the wind whistling along the slender blade. Sliding low in mid spin, the man sliced through the beast’s right knee. As the berserker came down, the blade came up cleanly slicing through the neck to decapitate the head in a crimson fountain.

Even headless, the beast continued to thrash around. Had it not been for the missing leg, it would still continue to wreak havoc. One can only imagine what an army of such creatures could do in close battle.

The dark warrior cleaned his blade on the rags of the nearest goblin and walked over to the terrified man frozen in fear.

“Get up man!” The warrior said peering down over the pitiful human. “It’s over.”

The frightened man lay there shaking in fear, lost in the fire.

“Did’ya here what I said man? Get up!”

Finally the witless man turns to look at his mysterious savior. “Th..thank the Zeta. Wh… who are you?” he asked in between sobs knowing full well the answer. He had been saved by Kayne, Daevi’s Dancer.

But he was gone…

Taken from The Chronicles of Kayne