(OOC: Heh heh...Sorry for the late reply, but I was caught up in tons of other stuff...Anyway, it looks freakin' sweet! This'll be good!)
Zarathos responded exactly the way I predicted. I got excited for the exhibition, and I spun my dual swords in anticipation as he thought up a new creation for me to do battle with. Soon, magic energy began to focus on a single point in front of the mage, and a huge humanoid figure with a spike arm appeared before him. Standing at least seven feet tall, this indescribable horror was covered in razor-sharp barbs and spines rather than hair. Its legs were bent, and I supposed that it would be fast. Zarathos had put more into this new creature than I had predicted.
Suddenly, the beast bellowed and struck out at its creator with the spike arm. Zarathos leaped back, a confused look on his face. That look frightened me; it told me that this was not what he had planned. Rather shaken, I ran over to the befuddled mage, desperate for answers.
"Zarathos," I told him, "is this your creation thing? Tell me for real; the look on your face totally gives you away. And do it quickly, so we can decide what we're going to do while we're still alive."
Just as I finished, we were rushed by the terrible summon, and it thrusted its spike arm out towards us. We were forced to dodge in separate directions, and the beasst let out another tremendous bellow. Made by Zarathos or not, this creature was still a great threat, and I had to quell it at any cost.
"Zarathos, stay back," I shouted to him. "That spike arm will be the end of you if you get too close! Support me from afar with magic! And don't use the ring, whatever you do!"
I didn't know how that ring had conjured the beast without Zarathos' knowledge, but it seemed that the ring would continue to act independently as long as he wore it. As I thought about this, I leaped back from another swipe by the colossal monster' spike arm. As it attempted to wrench the tip of the arm from the ground, I noticed that there was a blade edge on it. The creature sported a sword arm; it would be perfect for testing my new ability. I may have had a disadvantage due to the difference in our heights, but that did not daunt me in the least. I was ready for the beast, and there was nothing that could stop me.
To try and catch the beast off-guard and get in the first strike, I threw a blast of fire at its face while rushing at it. As planned, the beast swiped at the ball of flame with its sword arm and cancelled it out, but I was right there to attack with my dual blades. The creature was fast in bringing back its sword arm to block my attacks, but I could feel it strain under each successive blow. After a minute or so, the creature seemed to think that I had left an opening in my salvo. It brought up one of its powerful legs and thrusted its foot at me. Luckily, I saw the kick attack coming, so I jumped and landed square on the creature's leg, then used it like a springboard to propel me even higher. As I hung in the air for a moment, I got an insane idea that made me grin wickedly at the sheer coolness of it.
I did a full somersault at the apex of my jump, then started to fall again with both blades pointed downward. I then twisted my body so that I began to spin like a top, so that my blades seemed like a drill. The strange creature saw this and threw up its blade arm to try to impale me. Instead of dodging, however, I met the blade arm head-on with my own swords. There was a horrible grinding noise as the tips of the blades met and clashed with each other, but after a moment I heard a snap. A large fissure had appeared in the beast's arm. The beast was weakened; it was time to unleash that technique I had seen last night.
I threw my weight away from the gargantuan and landed on my feet, ready for combat. The thing raised its arm at me and flicked it upward, taunting me onward. I consented and charged with all the agility I could muster, and I began striking furiously at the odd beast. It parried strike after strike, but I could feel its strength weakening with each successive block. Faster I danced, becoming a thrumming tornado of steel and palpable rage as I struck again and again with ever-growing strength. Finally, when I heard another snap in the beast's arm, I decided to end the battle. I did the same thing I had done the night previous; I swung downward with both swords, and the force carried me into a somersault. I made a full spin and swung diagonally with both swords, knocking the beast's arm aside. I finally swung outward with both arms with a mighty swing, and a cluster of energy gathered where the tips of my blades had carved the air. The arrow of energy shot forth and connected with the creature's sword arm, and the force was so great that the beast's arm shattered like glass.
Though it was not yet dead, I had taken its main method of attack, meaning that this fight would be smooth sailing from here out. I approached once more and raised up my sword to kill the thing, and to my horror, it caught my swords in its other clawed arm. As the thing applied more pressure to the blades, I could hear the straining of the metal in the blades as it weakened. I tried to wrench the blades free, but I was not strong enough; the beast's grip was like a vice. Finally, to my dismay, the swords were snapped in two, and I stared in disbelief at the horrible reality, that my father's last gifts to me were destroyed. I dropped to my knees and shuddered. Never had such powerful sadness overcome me, and I could tell that I looked like a fool, weeping over a broken blade.
My grief had deterred me from the task at hand, and the monster finally decided to kick out at me with its powerful legs. Its right foot connected with my face, and its left came shortly after, catching me full in the chest and throwing me back. I was stopped only when a tree happened to block my flight path. The concussive force was enough to stun me and make me drop the broken hiltts of my once-weapons. It was only a second before I blacked out.
(OOC: So yeah, I was stronger, but that towering thug had a nasty trick up his sleeve! So now we finally get to see what Zarathos is capable of! Seeing as I'm unconscious now, I think the magician needs to kick things into overdrive...Heh heh heh...)