Lugh the Irish king
From the Book of War: DEMON HUNTER Chapter 1 He had traveled through the dark woods for many days. Now this night the breeze rustled the barren branches. Looking up he saw the Raven, his guide. So he continued on. Breaking from the wooded line he entered an open field. The nights air was cold and the moon lit sky clear and star filled. There where no more city lights in the world of Men. Walking out into the field he adjusts his leather duffel to the other shoulder and flips the wool collar of his long coat up. Walking out into the short grasses he pauses, peering out into the shadow line of the forrest. He hears shuffling and grumbled murmurs. He knows they have found him. Dropping his duffel he takes off at a sprint. Three dark figures break out from the shadows pursuing him and quickly over take him. Their teeth and claws ferociously, relentlessly tearing away seeking flesh. He cries out, "Father!" And breaks free from their clasp throwing them scattered. Removing his long coat he bears a chain wrapped many times around his shoulders and waist. While drawing out to roughly honed blades he yells at the creatures, taunting them in a frenzied rage. The fight ensues between this man and three demons taken visible form. He is strong. Stronger than common men. He is a judge after the biblical sort. His flesh is cut and torn and he feels his bones crack under the strength of theses demon's strikes. But he relents none the less till he over takes one, wrapping his arms around it's neck, squeezing and pulling even while the other two still continue their assault on his body. He roars out load and separates the head from the body dropping it limp. Quickly he turns and lunges hard into the next and takes it flying far back, twenty paces from where they stood. Wrapping a portion of his chain around the creatures throat he sends it to death the same as the last. Already his wounds are healing and he stands looking at the shadow figure of the last enemy standing. "You speak English, demon? Come coward! How horrible your punishment will be among your ranks should you leave me here alive while your comrades have fallen." The creature coils down it's body and releases terrible sounds. Suddenly lunging at the man it grasps him by the chains around his body. They grapple till the man, getting a hold of his blade, drives it deep into the chest of the demon. All the way to the hilt. There, weakened the demon utters a curse in an ancient dark language. The man responds curtly "I don't speak that shit." Then he relieved the demon of it's head. Quiet. For the first in this quarrel. Quiet. The man gathered the bodies of the beasts together and from his duffel grabs what he needs to lite their corpses on fire. Their bodies burn hot and the smoke is thick and black. Walking with the blaze behind him he picks a space and drops to his knees. Raising his hands in the air he speaks aloud "Father in heaven, thank you for once again sparing my life. May, by you providence I bring some peace by my deeds to some. You have trained my hands for battle. I can bend a bow of bronze. Because of you. Please keep my sister safe in your care. Let her know that I miss her and when Your work with me is done and I leave this place, Father please reunite us.