..Zepthulu was backed up to the dirt wall, a large demon, what seemed to be upwards of 7 feet tall towered over her. It slowly walked toward her, weapon in hand, her town was up in flames, as far as she knew everyone was dead. She though to herself "Is this it? Is this how it ends?", the demons weapon swung down at her and..
An axe flew out from the woods behind her, knocking away the demons weapon. The demons weapon shattered and many splinters of it flew into a group of demons to the left, killing them. The axe that was thrown cut through the demon, and two more demons behind it before imbedding itself into the ground.
There was a loud roar coming from the forest, the demons cowered in fear. Zepthulu put her ear to the dirt wall and could hear someone, or something big running toward her location. Suddenly a large figure leaped over her landing five feet infront of her, "He must be at least 13 feet tall!" she thought. He holding a large axe, the axe was easily bigger then her entire body.
After a moment she realized something though..How was he so tall? And what was wrong with him..On closer inspection she could see his eyesockets were on fire, his skin seemed to be rock with molten lava seeping through it. The trail of blood left by her crawling seemed to flow to him, as did the demons blood-
Suddenly the ground erupt as spurts of rock, lava, and fire engulfed the demons. The berserker ran in to a group of demons with his axe in hand, also picking up the axe he threw as he ran, placing the handle in what seemed to be a boot.
A group of demonic archers appeared on the roof of a burning building, Zepthulu recognized this to be the inn, she counted six archers. They all shot at once, four at the berserker..two at Zepthulu. With lightning fast reflexes the berserker threw his small axe at the two arrows headed for Zepthulu, breaking them in half. The half with the arrow head on it landed at Zepthulus feet, the other four arrows hit the berserker directly. One in the right arm, one in left shoulder, one in his stomach, and one on his right leg.. He didn't even flinch.
A group of demons sorrounded the berserker, at least thirty. He seemed to just stand there and let them sorround him, three got impatient and charged in from the front together, in one large sweep of his axe they all were torn in half, their blood seemed to heal his wounds, which he didn't even notice.
Ten more charge at him from all sides, after the first one hit (he seems to not notice this one hit him either) him he counterattacked, also leading into attacking all the others. In one seemed like one fluid motion to Zepthulu ten demons were lying dead at the unknown berserkers feet. The berserker laughed, it sounded very deep, and almost creaking as if his body was almost crushing in on its own weight.