A Titan...

You whirl with practiced ease, ready and willing to strike against anything your master could throw at you... but the sight presented to you gives you pause. An immense clawed hand rises from the earth like some kind of monolithic sculpture carved by a god. Except it was very much alive. BOOM! You're swept off your feet by the shockwave as it strikes the ground, nails gouging great trenches in the scorched earth as the rest of the behemoth rises into view.

You land on your back, skidding along the desiccated soil till the wind subsides and you can get a good look at the titan. Your masters handsome face smirks down at you, elegantly sculpted muscles flexing powerfully as he hauls himself over the horizon. You can barely comprehend the enormity of his presence, you could only see his upper half and his horns already reached higher than any mountain you'd ever seen. He braces his elbows on the ground as though sitting at a bar and casually leans forward, swatting aside a wisp of cloud that drifted between you, "Still think you can win dearest?"

A rather significant part of you is awed by your master, aren't you blessed that such a godlike being has chosen you to sire his avatar in the mortal world? Another part of you desperately wants him to return to normal so you can run your hands over that magnificent body. A very, very small voice in the back of your mind demands that you keep fighting, that this is an illusion and that the thing that impregnated you was barely two feet tall. Miraculously, you find the will to listen to the voice. You stumble to your feet, shakily raising the holy sword in an effort to demonstrate your defiance, "T-this isn't real! This is a dream! You're projecting an invincible opponent, that's not your true form!"

He laughs richly, the beautiful sound making your legs weak with desire even as it's sheer magnitude rattled the pebbles beneath your feet, "Does it matter if this is 'real' as you say? You came here to defeat me and reduce my influence over you in the 'real' world did you not? The outcome of this little foray will determine the course of your life. If what we do here matters," he leans forward till his face overtakes your entire view of the sky and his elegant horns touch the earth, obliterating the neighboring hillsides, "Is it not real?"