The warrior hunts. He exists solely because he must exist. He fights because that is his purpose. He may never know rest, but the torment that he brings to evil is what strengthens his will.
Using his blade Shu, the warrior defines justice and truth through the pure wrath of battle. Never faltering, he travels, world to world, hunting, seeking, and fighting.
A dragon lives in this cave. For thousands of years it has caused this world torment. It burns life out of existence, if for no other reason then out of pure boredom.
Deeper and deeper the warrior treks, seeking his prey. He keeps the rage inside his mind, ready to let it flow through his body at any moment. Others that came before him have left their bones and blood of failure along the ground and the walls of the cave.
Today the dragon dies.
Seeing all, it knows the warrior is approaching. This dragon, creature of evil, has spent every moment before and after this instant preparing for his coming.
He hears it now; breathing deeply, sleeping; yet awake for all of time.
Traveling into the depths of the cave, he sees treasures that the dragon had no space for in its hole. There are heaps of perfect diamonds, piles of astral rubies, and the walls are lined with the most powerful and deadly of weapons.
Traveling ever further, the warrior invades the dragon’s home.
The dragon lies in its own filth, never-moving lest it desires more of what it already has. A stream of molten rock passes through the center of its home. Nearly blinded by the heat, the warrior squints at his target, determining its strength from a distance.
The dragon stirs…
Suddenly, it rises and stares at the warrior through glazed eyes. Spreading its wings, it lifts itself up from the ground on which it rests and curses in an ancient tongue. The warrior stands before it and readies himself for battle.
He lets his rage flow through his body and into his sword, drawing blood from his arm and letting it drop to the ground to sanctify the battlefield.
The dragon inhales greatly and pushes an explosion of heat and flame from its lungs through its fang-filled mouth.
“Fooul,” exits the warrior’s mouth as a whisper and enters the dragon’s ears as a roaring wind. The flames turn from him.
He leaps from the ground to land on the dragon’s back, striking it with Shu. Blood oozes from the dragons veins as he withdraws his blade. Leaving its back and returning to the ground, he drinks the freshly spilled blood for the strength to kill the evil beast.
The dragon roars in pain and fills the cave with burning fire. The warrior shields himself with wind and turns the dragon’s weapon from his body.
The cave fills with smoke. The warrior fights to fill his lungs with clear air.
The beast roars again and sweeps its claws across his body through the blinding smoke. The blow exposes the warrior’s entrails. He forces his rage to flow through his abdomen, healing the tear in his skin.
He lives; the pain remains.
For days they fight, renting each other with sword and claw. His body bleeds eternal life; the dragon’s blood sprays from its body. Fire continually explodes from the dragon’s body, burning the warrior’s skin to show exposed bone.
They fight for week as the world around them shakes with fear.
The rents and tears in his broken bloodied body begin to heal and then painfully reopen as the evil creature drags its claws across his skin. He pours so much blood from the dragon’s body that it forces him to wade as he continually strikes its scarred, thick skin.
He refuses to give up. He denies himself the gift of death.
The dragon begins to see less and less of the existence it once knew. After months of battle, having known nothing but the pain of Shu, the dragon’s mind separates from its body.
The warrior watches as the dragon’s body falls into the blood which once richly flowed through its veins. He returns his blade to its home and gathers a vile of the dragon’s blood for the wizard.
Victory, the result of his pure will, is a thing that he is accustomed to.
