Might

    A lone warrior stood amidst a nest of demonic beings devoid of light. They snarled, hissed, and gnashed their teeth at the warrior. The warrior stood strong having already faced many of their kind. He tightened his grip on his sword, ready to cut down more of his adversaries.

    The first one leapt at the warrior only to be cut in half. The first one initiated an all out frenzy of claws, blood, and iron. Though none of the blood that spilt that night was the warrior's. One by one, ten by ten, the monstrous bodies littered the ground beneath the warrior. All the while the warrior was silent, cutting down the waves of monsters. Each wave grew in size of the monsters. By the time the warrior noticed this, the monsters were already three times his size. His slashes became more focused for these large foes, cutting vessels and tendons, slashing off limbs. 

    By the end of this hellish onslaught, there was no more ground to be seen. Only the bodies of demons cut down by our warrior. An earth shaking howl erupted from the other side of the chamber. The warrior wiped the blood from his blade and continued towards two giant doors. He opened the doors revealing a giant chamber with only one thing inside. A giant demon with bat-like wings, horns that could tear full grown cattle in half, and a mouth full of teeth that could tear though most armor.