Hell no

Dumb luck has gotten you this far, but it's dwindling just like the small campfire. You probably can't rely on it to save you again. You might need a plan to get out of this one.

There is no way you could even beat a normal ogre in physical combat. This one is freakishly fast and still as freakishly strong as a normal ogre. It would be possible to dance around and tire it out, but with its enhanced speed, there is no way it's going to tire out. Then what is your plan? Maybe figure out how the thing is so fast and stop it that way. Something has sped it up, but what?

The ogre roars and kicks a flurry of dirt and leaves at you to remind you of its challenge. Guess there won't be any more planning. It's time to act.

You stomp the ground like caricature of a sumo wrestler and roar at your opponent with your wings spread to increase your size. You might look impressive to some children, but you know if the ogre could laugh, it would be right now.

That's when you see it in the dying light. A small aurora around the ogre's head. You figured it out. Now you just have to do something about it.

The ground shifts under your left foot. The dirt is loose beneath your feet. You realize you're standing on a small patch of sand. The fire isn't completely out yet, but at least you found your plan.

The ogre lowers its shoulder and bends its knees like a linebacker. It's about to charge. You quickly grab a handful of sand and as the ogre rushes you, you yell, "Pocket sand!"

You throw the sand into the eyes of the oncoming ogre and fly backwards with a flap of your wings. The ogre drops its gnarly club and grabs its face trying to rub the sand out of its eyes. As you take off into the darkness, you look back at Shana now lying on the ground. You have to be fast.

You hear the ogre's howls of rage as you fly away searching the woods for your key to defeating it. They have to be close by. You couldn't sense them before, but that's because you weren't looking. Now you're aware they are close and what they are doing.

There! Just off to your left no more than 30 meters away from the girls and the ogre.

You turn and make a bee-line for it. You come through the trees snapping branches and land on a knee with a flurry of leaves falling around you. You rise and fold your wings behind your back.

You find a cloaked figure leaning against a large oak tree staring back at you. Their face is concealed by a hood. Their hands are crossed at their waist in black leather gloves.

They appear to be only a few inches taller than you. Kinda short for such a powerful villain, but not to be underestimated. If they could control the ogre, they could certainly take you.

"You're good," says the hooded figure nonchalantly in a raspy, hoarse voice. It gives you chills. You hope your face doesn't give away your fear. "Who's pet are you?"

You just stare in silence. Ready for anything.

"Very well," the figure says. "I'll make you mine anyway."

You draw your knife ready to fight as the figure steps away from the tree.