THE DARK MINION ONCE AGAIN
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Gulping his fear Grendale slowly turned around from the gate and looked towards the source of the laughter. A little far away in the darkness he could make out a 10 foot tall shape which looked like many stack of boxes. The surprising thing was, the boxes were clinging to one another as if glued and many black blades were emitting from its back frozen in mid explosion.
' Oh crap' - was the only words that came to his mind at the moment. Right in front of his eyes a thick black smoke came out of the blades and began to take shape in between Grendale and the standing stack of boxes. Slowly and slowly the shape became solid and what do we see? , the same old stupid dark minion that blew off the cave and gave Grendale a near death experience is making an entrance.
Hiding his shock with a smirk Grendale coolly asked, " So, you look smaller than you looked last time. Been working out lately?". The minion equally smiled and replied, " That's right. I had been kinda busy. I knew that you won't die that easy being the pupil of my King's sworn enemy."
"As you can see I made a little effort into your welcome. I am hoping that this might be helpful to send you on your one way journey to hell."
" Such a pity you wasted so much of your energy. I won't even be needing 2 crates to ship you in pieces back to your beloved King ", criticized Grendale while swinging his sword in a deadly manner. That was enough to trigger the rage of the dark beast. It roared thunderously and swearing to tear him apart dissolved into smoke and re-entered the stack.
Three bright red oval rings appeared like eyes on the topmost crate. Then right on cue the whole stack-of-boxes thing stood up like a humongous demon and made a dramatic battle pose. Grendale too flashed his sword and the battle begins.
Grrrr!!!! Growling fiercely the demon advanced towards Grendale thumping it's box feet loudly. Clanks of metal could be heard thunderously when Grendale's sword and the demon fist met in mid air. Sparks were flying wildly. Sometimes Grendale was cornering the demon by showering it with heavy blows and sometimes the demon was cornering Grendale by fist-slamming him heavily.
The battle was commencing very fearfully with neither accepting defeat when in mid fight Grendale's sword met a huge hit with one of the demon's fists and a big explosion caused both the parties to get blown away by its force.
When the dust and debris of broken crates cleared Grendale saw that half of the beast's body was burnt black due to the explosion and a hand was missing. Grendale too was grievously injured and soot of burnt wood blackened his face along with a few scratches here and there.
Struggling for balance both of them got to their feet. Clutching it's burnt side with a pained expression the demon glared at Grendale with burning hatred. Grendale looked about him for his sword but unfortunately couldn't find it. Then a few feet away he saw the only half-burnt and melted remains of what was once his great companion.
Gosh. What to do now? How to face the demon now?
Find out in the next episode.
Stay tuned.
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