The creature that was running towards me was what is known as a beserker, ancient people who replaced their hearts with those of monsters and gained beast strength but in exchange for unfathomable rage.

The creature struck at me with a sharp, powerful kick which caused a wave of crushing pain to my side.

In response I tried to swing my sword at the beast, only cutting around an inch into its skull with my blade.

It threw a barrage of quick punches which I barely responded to, taking hits on my shoulders and ribs which left my bones cracking painfully.

I ran back towards the entrance as I found myself unable to carry my shield and sword, jumping onto the sharp rock walls as the creature followed me at much greater speed.

The thing had almost reached me as I jumped backwards, barely dodging in time and falling awkwardly towards the ground. The creature seemed intent on clashing with me in mid air and jumped after me, forcing me to kick it backwards as hard as I could.

I landed with a painful thud as my body grew weak from what I assumed was fairly severe internal damage, I wanted to reach into my backpack but knew that the creature would be likely to finish me before I could find one of my emergency homemade elixirs.

I looked up to where the creature was and stared in confusion, it had died. My kick had launched the creature back towards the sharp rocks on the walls and badly damaged it.

With my damaged arms I looked through my bag and grabbed the most potent potion I had on me, it still took several minutes of rest to recover the damage done to my body to the point that I could move normally and the hellish pain began to subside.

I rose to my feet and picked up my dropped shield and sword, walking deeper into the dungeon without encountering any similar creatures.

Knowing that beserkers wouldn't bother with traps or ambushes led me to taking the most straightforward path through the dungeon, traveling unchallenged until I reached a throne room.

There were thirteen of them in total, ten weaker ones wielding makeshift spears, two stronger looking ones wielding giant cleaver like swords and a lone one sat on a throne that gave off a similar impression to the guard at the door.

Once spotted, the ten weaker beserkers charged me without hesitation.

I used a lightning bolt spell to finish three of them before the group got within melee range, blocking their weak spear attacks with my shield and cutting their heads clean off.

I danced between the party of monsters without taking a breath as the two stronger creatures charged towards me.

Although my speed was too great for them to hit, they fought in perfect synchronisation. Each would take turns striking at me with their blade with perfect timing, leaving me no opportunity to counter.

I ran up the nearest wall and charged a lightning spell to attack their metal weapons and kill them, however they both came straight for me without hesitating.

A swift kick to the skull left one falling towards the ground as the remaining one fell prey to a sword thrust to the neck, using it's body allowed me to land without incident.

The other beserker charged towards me bur without its partner to help pressure me it was simple enough to thrust through its torso and strike its heart.

Pulling out my blade left the creature dead on the ground, only one beserker remaining in the chamber.

The creature rose from its throne and charged towards me, fists raised.

His face was guarded with a similar tough skull mask, but he wore an armour of bone plates no doubt similar in toughness.

I prepared myself for an unarmed assault so when the beast turned around and withdrew twin axes from seemingly nowhere I was taken aback.

His technique was surprisingly developed and although my shield was able to take the hits he could deliver I still struggled to find a chance to counter, his stamina seemingly endless.

I realised that fighting in close range was suicide once I managed to land a hit through the gap in his armour. Although his body seemed susceptible to my stab, when his solid flesh turned into liquid I gave up on fighting him with the sword.

A quick kick from him sent me flying back, I was forced to dull my blade against the tough ground trying to slow myself.

When I landed I formed the earth around me into a bunker just barely big enough to fit me, transmuting small air holes into it whilst preparing a powerful spell.

He first tried striking it with his axes, but he found that he couldn't even scratch a bunker made of the same dungeon material as his home.

I found myself with a brief reprieve from his onslaught, him seeping in in liquid form through one of the air holes.

However I was not shocked or afraid, I simply cast the spell I had been charging now that he was right where I wanted him.

I released a torrent of flame that had built up over his fourty second assault against the bunker, his body bubbling and boiling painfully.

He must have tried turning solid again to try and escape the pain, but this only led to him becoming a charred corpse.

I proceeded to take down the bunker and catch my breath, intent on exploring any treasury he might have as I took away the ring he was wearing.