Renzor's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at the towering warrior. The sheer presence of this figure was overwhelming, and the aura of power that radiated from him made the air itself feel heavy. Yet, Renzor stood his ground, his hand still firmly gripping the hilt of the embedded sword.
"My name is Renzor!" He proclaimed, his voice booming with determination and resolve.
The towering figure chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "Thy has spirit, young Renzor," he commended. "But spirit alone is not enough to wield this blade." He unsheathed his massive sword, a blade glowed red.
Before Renzor could react, the towering figure slashed at him with a swiftness that belied his enormous size. Renzor evaded the blow, but the shockwave of the blow sent Renzor flying backward, his body skidding across the rough stone floor.
