The rock felt sturdy in their hands. It was a solid size, about seven pounds. It was a gray, rough rock, it even hurt to just hold in their hands. But it would do as a makeshift weapon.
They raised the rock, priming it to smash into the face of the beast. The sharp edges would hopefully puncture the skin of the beast.
Raising it above their head with their free arm, they then slammed it into the face of the creature. It was a huge success. The flesh of the blob like beast rippled and split, prompting the beast to retreat. Loosening the grip it had on your arm and leg, it fled with a speed that you hadn't seen before, retreating into the darkness of the room. As it fled, it let out an inhuman screech at a high pitch. "ScreeeeeeeeeeEEE!"
The retreat was mutual however. The attack, despite wounding the beast, obviously wasn't enough to get rid of the beast for good. They scurried away aswell, to a spot on the wall of the dungeon, hugging the rock, their only lifeline in this dark dungeon, close to their chest.
Curling up on the wall, they put their energy into listening, attempting to gain information about the position of the beast.
The dungeon was no longer silent. The beast, now clearly enraged, was sweeping around the room, sploshing noises accompanying it. The high pitched voice reverberating on the walls. They thought to themselves,
"The beast makes lots of noise. The noise bounces on walls. My eyes are not good, beast eyes not good too. It probably uses noise and feel of its long arms to navigate and find things."
They deduced that the beast uses a combination of echolocation and its arms to locate its prey.
Thinking that this may not be the only room in this complex, they carefully started to move about the dungeon. They looked either for complete escape, or at least a temporary refuge from the horrors of this room.
Despite their efforts, they found nothing in the dark room. Daring not to approach the side of the room that the beast was roaming, they kept to the wall, the maddening screeches of the beast filling their head.
Sitting for what felt like hours, they wished for the silence that they were immersed with when initially awoken.
"SCreeeeeEEEE!!!"
"SC-Sc-sCreeeeEEE!!!"
"CreeeeEEEEEEEE!!!!"
The annoyance they felt from the incessant screeching from the beast, along with the despair of the darkness, a deep rage emerged in their heart.
This rage built up to eventual action. Contemplating the life that they were currently subjected to, the desperation built up enough that the determination to kill the beast erupted through their body.
Clutching the rock, and taking a short rest, they stood up, readied a running stance, and sprinted towards the screeching noises, hoping to catch the beast by surprise.
Through the limited darkness, a trail of blood from the previously inflicted wound led them to the beast. Seeing the mass of flesh again, they jumped up, hoping to use their force of descending upon the head of the beast to crush its head completely.
Jumping in the air, the eyes of both of the horrible beings met, and a glance of hate, understanding, and sadness was exchanged by both of them before the impact.
They suddenly felt their hands heat up a little, the rock firmly between both of their hands. They then brought it to the head of the beast, crushing the soft flesh of the head of the beast, knocking it to the ground.
The beast, now defeated, let out it's final struggle, it's hands desperate for life, reaching towards them. They flinched back, before their hate returned, bringing the rock to their hands again, they began to smash the arms.
The arms went limp, the beast clearly defeated, a mass of flesh and blood. Yet, destruction overtook them. They then brought the rock to the stomach of the beast.
Hitting the stomach of the beast, a spattering of green fluid suddenly flew out of the hole of the beast, coating the beast corpse. The liquid then devoured the beast, spreading over it's body and disintegrating it.
"It must be how it eats, dissolving through the liquid, then absorbing through diffusing it into it's body" they thought, watching as the beast digested itself, engaging in a self-cannibalistic funeral.
[Dungeon keeper has been slain]
Screaming with a rage, in part for the feeble beast, in part for the desperation of their situation, they let out their emotions into a scream.
Regaining composure, they took a rest. They had used so much energy in their assault; they were tired. Slumping down against the nearest wall, they contemplated their next step.
After a quick breather, they got to their feet again. They then returned to the almost completely dissolved body of the beast, trying to find anything that may be useful. They were in luck. Among the remains not digested by the beast, he saw a faint shine in the darkness, the shine of metal.
Getting closer, he clearly saw that it was a key. Feeling now happy, he clutched the key to its chest.
[Dungeon key obtained]
"The key must open something, maybe a way out" They thought.
Now with an inkling of hope, they confided in their two comforts, the key, and their weapon of the rock.
Now, he was able to explore the wall that the creature was previously scouring. Running his arms along the stone wall again, he felt for anything, preferable a place to put the key into.
He was in luck. The cold, wet stone of the wall was disturbed by a new feel, a a metal door. Desperately feeling for a keyhole, they found what they were looking for. Putting the key into the lock, they turned with hope for a new environment.
The cold, heavy door required both hands pulling on the handle to open. After it was opened, it fell against the dungeon wall next to it. Eagerly awaiting the next room, he entered the new room, a room with some light coming through a crack in the ceiling.