A Dwarven Legend

His eyes glowed golden yellow and as he opened his mouth, lightning could be seen rising in his throat. He was clad in silver and his helm bore the wings of a thunderbird on both sides. The great hammer in his hands was a spiritual weapon with a soul of its own pulsating deep within its steel core. The foe was stunned by his appearance and hadn’t the chance to react before he smashed the hammer into the ground and destroyed all of those close around him while blinding the others with a giant spark which leapt into the air. He continued his attack by spinning the weapon around him and running into the bodies of his captors. The effect was of a whirlwind in a field of dandelions. As he flew tirelessly through the tunnels of darkness, the panic spread throughout the underground kingdom. Greater demons were aroused and they had come to punish the order - breakers. Three winged monstrosities came his way and he stopped to look at the towering beasts in front of him. All at once they shot at him with their fier y breaths but he stood like a mountain in the wake of a tidal wave. When they had to catch their breaths, he was at them with all his ferocity and jumped high into the air to aim at their great, horned skulls. He swung his hammer so quickly that in the same jump he managed to hit all of the three heads and crush them all. The exhilaration he felt was tremendous. He kept on speeding and smelled some fresher air. The dwarf’s heart wavered as the exit into the cold night opened in front of him. There was still some time left until morn and he absorbed all of the moments during that time. He then heard the cold voice of death calling him. "Aye, ‘tis time to die." he said.