Her body felt as if it was made to mold mine. As if it was perfectly shaped to fit into my arms. It was hot, but the heat was easy to ignore because of the thunderous sounds of buildings being destroyed. The walls were broken, and stained red with my comrades' blood. And there he stood, the monster who had the strength of a hundred men. He was watching us. Watching me prepare to lose the one I love or be taken from her. But I had faith. And so did she. My longsword was then in my hands. I don't remember ever taking it out of its sheath, but sure enough, it was. I met eyes with the brute in front of me, who made me look like a dwarf. I looked