Henry looked at the towering beast before him, trying to figure out how to kill it. Its massive body meant that a single punch could seriously injure or even kill him, despite his strong body.
The king took a deep breath, and the purple fire covering his sword concentrated into a thin layer of flame - "I can't reach its eyes and neck" - he analyzed the beast, which had stopped and was tilting its head curiously at him, or more precisely, at the fire covering him. The remnants of the barbarian, blood and brain pieces, dripped from the creature's fists onto the snow.
Suddenly, the beast's stone-blue eyes shone with a fierce light, as if it was looking at its nemesis. It puffed a freezing breath as its body lowered slightly and its blue veins pulsed and glowed - "DODGE! TAKE COVER!" - Henry screamed to his soldiers, just before the beast began running toward them in a straight line.
