He walked through the caverns, not knowing where he was exactly. The last hour or so is a complete blur. He knew he was there for a reason, but what? He kept going, somehow he knew where to go. Right, left, left again, then another right. It was a whole maze of tunnels, and completely in the dark. There was a chill on his spine, that's it. He felt something coming, something big, something bad. The tunnel was widening, a little further there was a large open room. The floor was covered with little rocks. This must be it, this must be where he was heading, but what was it. As he entered the room he heard a low growling, it was getting louder.
What is it I am looking for, he thought, what am I doing here. He just realized there wasn't a light source, none at all, but he did see things. Perhaps it is those two lights that allow me to see... ... "WAIT, WHAT?"
His body got pumped full of adrenaline, he pulled his sword and prepared to defend himself. The growling got even louder, the eyes came closer. Out of the shadows, a large black wolf-like creature emerged; it looked more feral than a normal wolf, it's fur was spiky, and pitch black. There was an icy feeling in the room, like life itself was being sucked away. The beast started circling him, there was saliva dripping down from its huge jaws.
Then it happened, the wolf jumped to him, biting his arm. One of its fangs broke from the force on his vambrace, but other fangs got buried in his warm flesh; like knives in butter, they slit through his muscles. Blood spat out of it, dripping off of his arm. He got thrown to the ground. The wolf was hanging over him, scratching and biting him. His claws penetrated his abdomen, he felt the air being pushed out of his lungs. He tried to stab the beast.
I think I hit him, the beast smashed away his sword, shit there goes my weapon, what now, is this really my end?
He was still fighting, he didn't give up yet. A dark red substance started dripping on him, he was wounded,
This is my chance!
He reached for the wound, he pushed in his hand and got hold of a muscle. He pulled it, with all the power he had left in him, yelling at the top of his lungs. The beast cried out.
I hurt it, it is vulnerable.
The beast stepped back. There they stood, face to face. He knew that he couldn't win this battle without weapons, but he wasn't ready to give up either. The beast jumped again, but this time he dodged it.
I can't keep this up for long, he thought.
"Well, you don't have too!", a new figure appeared in the room with a flash of light. She was a Catfolk, she had the skin of a tiger. Even in the dark, you could see the bright red colors of her fur. In her hand, she held a slim scimitar blade. "Sorry," she said, "I read your mind when I came in."
"Hm alright, no problem. My name is Aranor, who are you?"
"My name is Daro'Shara." She said. "Shall we finish this?" She threw him her sword and drew another one.
"Yeah, let's dance." Said Aranor with a smirk.
They both charged at the beast, slashing and stabbing it. The beast was crawling back, crying more and more. His skin was being ripped apart by the two blades. It started to give in, it was now lying on the ground.
This is it, Aranor thought. He jumped at the beast, and he thrust the sword into its chest, into its heart. "It's done."