of course not.

Your answer comes in the form of a roar. Your cry shakes the room, surpassing even you with it's magnitude.

You charge her, but she sidesteps your initial stab, swinging her axe for your chest. You manage to block it, but your shield splinters under the impact, splitting nearly in half. You swipe your sword wildly at her, but she slips out of your range before your blade can connect.

She puts her back to one of the hefty wooden doors that sit on each wall of the room. She raises her shield and plants her feet, ready for you.

You toss your shield to the ground, finding it nearly useless in it's damaged state, and begin to run, charging her once again.

You swing at her again and again, but each time you do she takes the blow on her shield and answers with a strike of her own. A few of her strikes land, opening more light wounds across your already battered body.

One of your attacks, a large overhead swing, is too predictable, and she capitalizes on your mistake.

She quickly steps inside your guard, swinging her axe into the side of your stomach.

You hadn't felt the pain of the other wounds, but you feel this one.

The shock of it makes you lose your grip on your sword, which clatters to the ground beside you.

You lost.

The world seems to be fading, and you can feel yourself entering a stupor. you feel as though you are empty inside, with no passion to speak of.

she leans in close to your face, and whispers in a voice that sounds far away: "Now die, like the dog you are."

Something in her words brings you back to reality, and where once you were filled with emptiness, now you are filled with rage.

"No" You growl, your voice stronger than you expected it to be.

She starts to move, but you are faster, grabbing the back of her helmet to hold it still, then drawing back and head butting her as hard as you can. you feel the skin of your forehead split, and blood runs into your eyes, covering the world in a haze of blood. Her helmet rings like a bell, and she loses her grip on her axe while taking a staggering step back from you. You take this moment to throw your weight into a solid, straight kick directly to her chest.

She flies backwards, crashing through the door behind her, landing in a shower of splintered wood. Her helmet comes off during her landing, revealing a surprisingly beautiful face, with ice blue eyes and short cropped blonde hair.

The room she crashes into is what can only be described as a dungeon. Along the walls there are five cells, each containing four battered, bruised men. not a one of them looks older than twenty five, yet they all have the sallow-eyed look of men who have witnessed a lifetime of horror.

You steel yourself and pull the axe from your side, gritting your teeth against the pain of it, you leap through the shattered door.

She tries to get back to her feet, but you put an end to that by violently clubbing her over the head with the axe's handle.

The **** of your strike breaks the handle, but she is knocked out cold.

You stand there for a moment; panting, shaking, covered in your own blood.

And victorious.