In a pub, a man wearing a tight purple shirt covered in insignias of a grey owl and a sharp sword at his belt could be seen, seated in a corner. He is given side-eyed looks by many rough-hewn patrons in nearby booths as they drink their booze. 'I've been waiting here forty-five minutes and still haven't been approached to order a drink,' thought the man in uniform. Glancing around at the sneering bartender and glaring patrons permeating every corner of the place, he concluded that thought, knowing he wasn't welcome here. 'I want to smash each and every one of your skulls and you're damn lucky I don't,' was the last thought the soldier had before he leaped up from his chair with a vigor that betrayed his feverish desire for action. As the soldier's energetic gait was very pronounced as he walked towards the door, he glanced at a large, sturdy man and his motley crew of virile men seated in a booth a few feet to his right. Glancing at their table, he saw the large assortment of drinks and food. From steak to fine ale, vegetables of every kind, all that could be offered at this pub was at this man's fingertips. With this occurring in merely a second, the soldier rushed away from the pub, slamming the business's front door open and shut as he left.
Out in the street, all that greeted this fanatic with a sword was a brightened night-life. Bustling left and right, the streets nearly overflowed with people as they went about their day.
"Five Doso apples here, only three silver per batch!"
"Carrots at a low price!"
"..."
The various hollering could all be mixed and meshed together, eventually indistinguishable from each other as the soldier's bouncing heels and pompously raised chest walked through the crowd, pushing all of those among the crowded streets who dared stand in his way to the ground.
"Filthy bastard!"
"Stupid pisshead!"
Various insults rang out and reverberated among the street like a choir of singing angels wherever the soldier went, his robust figure nearly breaking out into a jovial dance every time he shoved a pedestrian to the floor and heard their anger. Some may question this soldier's sanity, but the reason he broke out into such extreme ecstasy when insulted wasn't because he was a masochist but rather because he was a.... Sadist.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Screams of fear and panic were some of the most joyous of noises that a human can make, something the soldier had known of for a long, long time. The men who insulted the soldier, already on the ground from when they were shoved to it, now had their eyes kicked in by the same man their impudent words were directed. It is nearly inconceivable cruelty, but it seems as if the soldier had used the hard point of the toe of his iron boot kick a hole in the eyes of the men he had shoved to the floor, turning their eyes into mushy pools of blood and making the osseous structures around their eyes equally so. Bizarrely, as the soldier was walking away from the gruesome scene with red-tipped boots, he could be heard muttering to himself in a voice like broken glass, "Give me a reason please.... Any reason, I'll take it. Please... Please..."
The crowd, seeing this perplexing event and the man's crest, decided to give the man a wide berth as he continued to walk in an uncannily happy way, dots of blood occasionally dripping to wherever he stepped. For minutes after, a deep silence could be observed in this part of the typically boisterous night-market.
Hours later, the same soldier could be seen sleeping on rough, cold, and austere ground in the middle of a field miles from the city-gate. And, slowly encroaching on the same field, was a large, slithering beast with multiple eyes and a thick slime covering its tough scaly hide.
As the beast got closer and closer to the soldier, though still incredibly far, the soldier felt a slight tug at his leg from a connected thread of incredibly tough string that he had strung from all different corners of the field he resided in as a perimeter around him. The soldier ignored the feeling as he knew that whatever it was was still far, so he yelled out in a tired voice, "Screw off if you want to live..." And promptly went back to sleep.
The creature, now aware of a separate presence in another part of the field, immediately stopped in its tracks. Low to the ground at first, like a black, spasming puddle of dense muscle, the beast quickly expanded upwards into the sky by extending its every bone and flexing its every muscle, a quiet series of cracking noises ringing out with every intricate movement of its bones. Like a precise and complex machine, where every structure in the creature's body worked together to become a bizarrely lanky pole that shot up, the creature's body grew to a staggering height of twenty meters. With its body now at its full height, the slime covering its body all began to flow towards the ground, though very slowly, and this was in tandem with the numerous eyes all along its pole-like body that opened from asymmetrically placed slits. These eyes, covered by the slowly flowing slime, were two disgusting shades of the yellow color. From the regions where one would normally expect the eye to be white to the only slightly bright yellow that represented the asynchronously bouncing pupils present in every eye. Among this creature's form, the eyes' different, randomly moving pupils worked hard to analyze every inch of the nearby land, especially the area it heard the tired yelling come from. From its perspective, all around it in the deep cover of night was an incredibly large expanse of wheat and, off in the very far distance, a vast stone wall whose every crevice was lit up by posted soldiers as numerous as the stars could vaguely be made out. As the creature glanced at the imposing structure with a prickling fear that immobilized a few tens of the eyes that had glanced at it, its other, still frantically scanning, eyes eventually made out the huffing figure of the sleeping soldier a bit less than a quarter mile from it.
Seeing its target and keeping a mental image of the path it needed to take to reach it, the large creature immediately collapsed back into itself, its lanky pole-like structure visibly shrinking at a rapid rate before returning into its original dense, spasming mass as thick as a foot with an appearance like a moving, opaque puddle. Slowly moving towards the soldier from its position, the only thing that could be heard was the nearly imperceptible vibrations from the friction of its grinding bones and rubbing muscles. An hour later, still deep in the night, the creature was ten meters away from the soldier, its every fiber trembling in excitement. Getting slightly closer, it attacked. A large appendage shot out from its puddle-like figure and raced for the soldier's head, multiple sharp bones racing to poke out from beneath its tough scale hide and thick slime layer to form a deadly weapon as it rapidly grew closer. The soldier, still laying on the ground, eventually sighed before rolling away from the creature at a lightning pace, causing the creature's mace-like appendage to pierce only the ground where the man used to lay. Not giving up, the puddle-like creature launched itself into the air and shot its dense muscle and tough, yet intricate, skeletal system in every direction, throwing its thick slime in every direction as it tried to attack the soldier. The soldier, looking at what appeared to be an explosion of mass and flying slime, ducked and dodged every thick mace-like structure that came his way, though he was unable to dodge the rapid goops of slime that came his way.
Perhaps an hour later, the cool blanket of darkness still coating the landscape, a collapsed soldier, completely covered in slime, was in the fetal position and could be seen next to a dense, bloody red mass with tens of limbs splayed out. The creature, despite all its preparations, had been unable to defeat the soldier, and now the only thing that could be heard was the relentless whining of the victor.
"Hehehehehe, the woman who put me out here... I'll kill her one day..."