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Dimitry Arkolevisky or commonly known as Demi, sensed a meek terror coursing through his veins as he moved towards the ancient hillock to face his final nemesis. Demi knew what he was getting himself into, having heard about the indestructible, brawny boss who lived on the last cellar of the dungeon all alone. As he walked into the dungeon room, he observed a muscular, burly shadow on the wall and wondered where the boss was. He was prepared to attack but was taken by surprise when a large scrawny figure picked him up and smashed him on the wall.
The boss was 7ft tall and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds and looked like a giant stinking monster dressed all in black. He had weapons the size of Demi and attacked him with full force as if he was going to be smashed like an ant in the cellar. However Demi, the skilled warrior, deflected his attack with his Pheonix Blade without a flinch. They fought with the fury of a thousand knights.
Punches were dodged and swords were clinked. The sweat and blood of the battle blocked the noses of the two beasts. The boss was a powerful creature but Demi was a born Warrier.
They could feel the tension in the air rise with the rising of their swords. One person would die and the other would walk alive free and they both knew it.
Demi fought with his death blade, swinging it around like a madman till the boss was tired and grimy with sweat beads rolling down his head. He slowed down and yelled:
"I will kill you with my bare hands you cunt!"
The boss in a frenzy to kill the sharp man made a hasty move, a rather reckless mistake. He blocked Demi with his bare Knuckle hands and dropped his weapon.
Demi jumped on his arms and leapt across the room and swung his blade thrice till it rattled.
Boom!
The boss was shredded into pieces like a finely chopped onion and dropped on the floor. He grunted and whispered underneath his breath: "You! I will return to haunt you motherfucker!"
Blood scattered throughout the dusty carpet and soaked it red. The boss was dead! One more easy victory for Dimitry Arkolevisky.
"Huh that was easy!" Demi said to himself as he walked out of the room with a prideful yet exhausted grin.
Let me tell you all that I have a vivid sense of imagination. This poem is a pure work of fiction.
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Updated on July 29, 2020
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