Chapter 2: A Strange Projectile
The bronze colossus stormed down towards the baron, swinging a mighty fist to slay his foe. The baron took a step back, taking advantage of the colossus's slowness to butcher his foe. The royal stabbed the sword into the giant's foot, barely managing to scratch it. The other soldiers looked at the Baron expectantly. Instead a fist slammed into the Baron's unprotected left, sending him flying into a table on the right side of the hall, dazed or broken. His black beard was covering his face, and some of the guards wondering if anyone would have a chance to move it since no one was keen on recovering the body.
A moment of silence remained until the colossus mechanically strolled towards the next targets. That's when the guards and the warriors scattered, knowing their doom was certain. The female warrior who had challenged the baron earlier looked at her fallen liege, then ran with the others into the halls, turning their backs on the entrance to the outside. But right as she entered, she heard a moan to her left. The guard saw the baron start to pick himself up, coughing. Something left his mouth as he did so.
Blood perhaps? She was considering leaving him because of his previous insult. After all, he had called her a whore. But her morality took over and soon she was out into the hall once more, looking at the colossus. Knowing it was stupid, she charged right into the monster, stabbing her spear into it's arm. It went surprisingly deep, and was certain that the beast had to feel pain. The guardswoman began to pull out her spear.
It didn't come out. It was stuck. Another pull, still stuck. The colossus lifted the other arm, swinging at her once again. Not wanting to end up like the baron, she abandoned the spear in order to dodge the mighty swing. The colossus moved closer, and the guard reached behind herself for something, anything to throw. Her hand found something, and she gave it a mighty tug and threw it into the air.
The baron slammed into the colossus's face at a high velocity, the weight of the lazy baron dislodging it. Both the megabeast and the baron were dead. The guardswoman was in shock. Suddenly, she heard cheers. "All hail, Tinkloth, heroine of Battledragon!"
She looked at them stunned. "The baron is dead! Who will lead us?" Despite her distaste for the previous ruler, she knew her new home would quickly collapse without the aid of a strong, central leader.
The townspeople were too overwhelmed with joy to realize it wasn't their right to hand out a promotion. An older member of the fortress stepped forward. "None the matter! We need a new leader, and the position of mayor has been ignored for far too long. I for one, elect Tinkloth!" A hoard of ayes went up from the crowd.
