[There's been a bad feeling niggling at the back of his mind long before the stormclouds started to gather, which is the only reason he brought his sword with him today. Somethings wrong, he can feel it in his bones, and he'd much rather face whatever was causing this head-on rather than to simply sit around hoping it would sort itself out.
It is only his keen senses and superior reflexes that keeps him from being struck when the creature dives for him. The first thought that enters his mind when he sees it's fiery form is balrog. But no, it doesn't have the same oppresive feel too it as a balrog and he's never seen one that flew or breathed lightning before. He readies his sword to strike the next time it comes for him, hoping that it will prove effective against a being that seems made of pure flame.]
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It is only his keen senses and superior reflexes that keeps him from being struck when the creature dives for him. The first thought that enters his mind when he sees it's fiery form is balrog. But no, it doesn't have the same oppresive feel too it as a balrog and he's never seen one that flew or breathed lightning before. He readies his sword to strike the next time it comes for him, hoping that it will prove effective against a being that seems made of pure flame.]