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The ogre growled, flexing its muscles under its rough
yellow skin, but it did not take a step forward. It was
accustomed to fearful enemies, not one facing it with
confidence. The ogre showed its teeth viciously. "Hungry.
Food mine. You leave."
"Not on your life." Marakion smiled, his stance
immobile. It felt good to fight, for whatever reason. The
despair, the frustration, the hopelessness - all disappeared
when Marakion went into combat. "You leave, or we fight.
If you insist, I must say I'm really in the mood for the
battle. Is it worth it?"
The ogre stood swaying back and forth, wondering,
perhaps, what it was that made this human brave enough to
challenge it. It showed its teeth again. "Hungry!" it
growled, clenching and unclenching its clawed fists
anxiously.
Marakion's eyes narrowed. "Times are hard for all of
us, friend. Everyone's got - "
Marakion didn't have time to finish his sentence. The
ogre - a madness in its eyes, daws extended - charged the
knight.
Having thought he was actually having some effect
with his words, Marakion was surprised by the sudden
onslaught. Quick reflexes moved him to the side of the
hulking swing that cracked a tree trunk behind him.
Marakion slid under the ogre's arm and dodged behind the
yellow giant. His sword flashed out, slashing once, twice on
the ogre's back. Blood welled from cuts, a muted crack
sounded. Broken bone, Marakion realized. The ogre roared
in pain, struck out with its huge fist. Yellow-fleshed arm
bone and steel whacked together harshly, and the ogre
howled again
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