The sound of the Goliath falling was loud and heavy, much like the tipping of a mighty oak tree. The ground shook slightly as she landed- beaten, bruised, bloodied and broken. Torrah tried desperately to pull herself up, to use the last of her stamina she could muster as her foe, another tall, rugged Goliath man, walked closer. Not hurriedly, but slowly. With confidence. He knew he had won this fight.
As he got within reach, he shook his head slightly, tutting.âTorrah, Torrah, Torrah⌠You donât learn, do you?âHe teased, his words scratching their way out of his throat. After a moment of enjoying her struggle, he plunged his sword down, deep into her chest, pinning her to the floor. Torrah let out a gurgled grunt of pain, unable to pull herself up further.âOh, look at you, sweet thing⌠Itâs adorable how you thought you could make it somewhere with the Champions of the Sky- and is that the Lightbringerâs emblem I see? Oh, that is richâŚââF-fuck you, Sul⌠You⌠You fear me.âShe managed to utter. The Goliath named Sul grinned, his appearance beginning to change, getting smaller, less bulky- until he appeared as a rather handsome Elf with shorter dark hair and piercing blue eyes.âMy, the cat still bites! Well, barely. But no, I donât fear you. If I did, our roles would probably be reversed right now, and ah⌠Maybe youâd still be an officer. What a shame. Iâm sorry it had to end this way, Ms Torrah, but you shouldâve stayed down the first timeâŚââSee you in HellâŚâShe spat. Sul made an amused huff at her attempts to save face, kneeling down close to her.âSend master Azhul my regards when you get there.â
With another wicked grin, and the snapping of bone, Sulâs jaw split open into four, revealing a horrid lamprey-like set of teeth within his mouth. He plunged his hundreds of razor-sharp teeth into her neck, Torrahâs remaining breath leaving her in that moment, as he began to tear her apart.