The fiend roars as it hammers upon the doors and despite myself I find a feral grin splitting my face as I enter the courtyard behind it.
"Turn and face me, beast! Turn and know you look upon your death!"
Even as the thing turns it is on the attack- the great mace it has been using upon the doors now comes flying at my head. I am one step ahead of the beast however and twirl away from the massive projectile...
...The entrance to the courtyard, however, is not so lucky. Dust and stone tumble and crumble in an ever-expanding cloud, and my heart breaks to see yet more destruction wreaked upon my city. The thing shrieks again and yanks upon the chain attached to the mace, but I see its intentions immediately and bring Orcrist down in a single savage slash, shattering the chain into pieces. The thing is baffled by my trick and I use the distraction to my advantage, lunging in with a flurry of blows, howling a battlecry as I do so. Each cut brings a squeal of pain from the thing, but I cannot feel pity for it no matter how pathetic it may sound- were the tables turned, it would show me no mercy, after all.
Screaming again, the thing tries to catch me in a deadly bearhug, but I skip away from its monstrous grasp and pepper its leathery hide with stabs, each wound bringing forth a gout of thick black blood, each wound making the monster a little slower, a little weaker. The thing howls at me again as I do so, but I know not whether the foul screeches are language or mere noise- to be honest, however, I do not really care. It is my enemy- nothing but a servant of Morgoth- why should I?
Suddenly, the beast changes tack and and instead of grabbing for me grabs for the the chain that had been attached to its mace. I should have expected this- two weapons are always better than one, after all- but I did not, and compounding my error I slip in a puddle of the thing's foul black blood. Pain shoots through my spine as I land on the marble floor, and the world pulses with agony- I am only just able to avoid the beast as it tries to smash my skull with a wild swing of its mace.
Rolling backwards into a standing position- my body screaming with the effort- I ready Orcrist once more.
"It will take more than you to defeat the Keeper of the First Gate of Gondolin, monster!"
The creature screams in defiant reply and lunges at me once more, and I use the creature's uncontrolled rage to my advantage, sidestepping and bringing Orcrist down with a double-handed strike, channelling all my hate and rage into the blow...
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