It's only natural, my warlord has anticipated that my strength would be necessary here.
I am the strongest in his arsenal - aside from the presence of another that I've not been informed of by him, unforturnately.
I am currently confronting an enemy that seems to be cautious of me. Just one twist and I could have instantly crumbled that body.
The skills that I have been given were keeping an eye on everything, the walls, the air and even the ground beneath me.
I returned the agitated gaze that was filled with questions and dread, a familiar one that long encompasses me during my former life.
"I can end you with my head alone."
It was always the case, from then and even now. There was no exception in that all of my enemies were all completely squashed.
"Come, you shall fear me."
I just spoke my mind, it's simply a natural thing for my enemies to fear me - that's my purpose and existence to them.
So, show me your resolve - the one who dared go against me.
**
'What is that thing? How can it exist here of all places?'
Trepidation crawled over Crimson Thorn's back. It wasn't a test of faith - it was a horrible decision she had made thus far.
A lapse in judgment had shown her that her enemy was unknowingly much stronger than her. She didn't know how it managed to notice her movement - it was a variable that could only be tested by a limb or two being loss.
She was lucky yet also unlucky to be in a dilemma that she must choose to overcome. It was never a choice to begin with -
The loser has to compromise to survive, that's what she had learnt.
"If you're a coward, go back. I will not be merciful if you dare to waste my time. "
The humanoid warrior spoke briefly and strode toward Crimson Thorn location.
Terror was lingering in the air, as every step shook the depths of her soul.
She gritted her teeth and braced for a fight that will be the most intense one of her life yet.
Prickling vines encroached the whole forest, the skies covered in flora creatures and appendages of the Crimson Thorn.
This demonstrated her skill [Courting Greenhouse] which enveloped an area into an arena of thorns and blossoms made solely to herself.
In this place, there is no sun nor peace for the creature trapped in the kill zone that was created.
'It won't be different for this meager creature.'
She thought to herself and held a stalwart attitude that persistently fought for her life and pride.
In that instance of realization, a swarm of vines from the heavens and underground were ferociously attempting to pierce the vague figure of the humanoid creature.
But as if knowing its own situation, it retaliated in an even more enraged manner by biting into it and mangled the attacks using his hands and feet, soloing the entire wave of aggressive flora spikes from all sides and rythm.
'Damn it! How does it know? Why am I not capable enough to defeat it?!'
Groans and exasperation became a poison which she angrily drank as she became consumed by pessimistic emotions.
If Aldritch were here to describe it, that was ugliness in itself -
The Price of Envy.
An affliction that cut so deep it reflected in her attacks and attitude.
The thorns begin to transfigure into a bulging mass of humanoid hands, they shall not forgive the one who mocked them!
The words of her king slowly returned to her.
'You're useless.'
'Impatient.'
'Arrogant.'
'And a loser.'
The myriads upon the immeasurable hands that were remade to put an end to a single entity.
Perhaps it would be an honor for any creature to meet its end here.
Yet Jigash refused. In the face of death itself, the warlord he served is someone he wishes to protect by his side.
He shall never falter, nor will he fall for as long his God continues to remain.
And thus spoke the Fear Manifest in defiance of Crimson Thorn's meathook of judgment.
"YOU ARE UNWORTHY!"
A palm of self-dignation and the unyielding conqueror's hand were driven by hostility to the endless spree of prairie forces.
A legend met by the pulverizing envy - a man who conquered fear against the myriads of titanic hands.
*SIZZLE*
*SNAP!*
An indomitable clap that shattered the array of endless darkness in consequence generated a shockwave blow that exploded the entire arena into an endless stream of gale and unveil the light of day,
In the end, it was the conqueror of fears to turn his gaze back at his true enemy.
No matter what she had tried, he had already foreseen it with his new 'eyes' given by the lord.
His abnormal physical strength was well-amplified by the accuracy that he could see.
"No…no please spare me, I don't want to be killed!"
The crawling seedling could only pathetically move away while limping in misery. It had lost to a mere palm of the viking and now it knows the mercy of his hands.
Whether she would be spared or not, she already relinquished the possibility - fleeing as fast as possible was the only way!
"My warlord wanted to capture you alive. If not for that, you would already be soil on the ground like the rest."
He gripped onto the half-lamina pitious body that was battered and crippled to what Crimson Thorn used to be.
He trampled the remaining lower half and squeezed it up to shreds. If Crimson were of flesh - guts and all of her organs would definitely bleed fountains and her spine and torso would be the only hediousness intact.
Anguishly, the wretched opponent could only look back at the Viking with no will or psyche left to defy.
It was the expression of a trembling and fragile reality crumbling before it, as the viking spoke once more for the final time.
"I told you, you're unlucky to have met me."
Her life flashed before her eyes. Any appellation or excuses that were attempting to squirm up her maw were fleeting and futile in front of-
the overwhelming fear that arrogated her rationality and instinct, forcing her to grasp at straws - it wasn't enough, it couldn't be enough.
"With my head alone, it's enough."
With that last utterance of a word, the viking leaned forward and rammed his helm against the last remaining consciousness of Crimson Thorn's sanity - conclusion into a premature concussion that would last for the entire war.
Jigash's skull was notoriously legendary as the one who made sea beasts fear his headbutt alone!
"Good fight, you proved yourself well."