On the back foot

The surprise of the monster popping up, was too much of surprise for you. As you quickly try to stand back up, only to find yourself slipping backwards on the cold hard floor underneath you. The mimic cackles as they watch you struggle to get back on your feet, as they begin to stalk towards. Sharp claws shoot out of their hands, as they prepare to cut you down. By the time you manged to stand back up, you find the monster standing right above you, with their clawed hand raise high into the air. You quickly reach from your weapon, quickly shifting it, and blocking the mimic's attack with your shield now.

You're on the backfoot now, as the mimic claws at your magically shield. Aimming to either break through, or break pass your defense with their speed. Luckily, you're not going to give them the chance, as you use all your remaing strength to match their seemly endless amounts of attacks. Why this isn't good, you do need to figure out how to win now. Cause if you can't fight back anytime soon, you're going to faulter, and the mimic will win.

You struggle to come with up with anything, as you're too busy blocking an endless stream of attacks. **** from one end of the storage, all the way to the other side of it. At this point, you're exhusted, one more attack and the Mimic will end your adventure in this dungeon. With one final action, you think of everything you can do to win. Everything including that barriel of acohol behind the mimic, sigh, no victory without sacrifice you guess.

With one final build of strength, you wait for one last attack from the mimic to trip them up. A claw attack from high above, you parry the strike with a shove of your shield, and then dashing into the monster, knocking them into the barrel. The mimic covered in acohol, you aimmed your shield before throwing it foward, and knocking a torch out of place, and right ontop of the mimic. With the monster catching a blaze, it begins to burn away, as slow break down from the **** heat.

After a whole minute of burning, the Mimic is dead! As they burned away, and in it's place? A shine piece of gold! Yes! You go to grab it, only to briefly burn yourself. You attempt to grab, and hold it for a good bit of time, until it finally cools down enough to touch. It's a funky looking piece of gold, like it was broken into two pieces. Oh well-still treasure you think, as you slide the piece between your breast.

Status Report! You survive the fight with no injuries, and wounds. You still quite exhusted, but like, you're fine! Expect for the fact, all the acohol is gone now. Damnit.