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Events of the 9th of Hematite.
It was early in the morning as the Titan strode towards Nist Akath.
His name was Loruca Justicehelped and, unlike most other threats to the fortress, had arrived wholly of his own volition. A god had whispered in his mind, it was true. A god had granted him powers beyond the comprehension of his peers. But he came for himself.
"Dwarves." he scoffed, striding towards the gate. "Who ever learned anything from Dwarves?"
The Dwarves were ready, but he did not attack.
Instead he spoke.
"Tell me, tiny people of the earth, where is Coce? I hear tell he lives, and has become a great warrior. I seek him!"
Coce Clashsounded met with him. "What is a Justicehelped doing here?" he asked, with no small hostility.
"You're the last of your family." replied Loruca. "I intend to destroy you."
"Impossible!" hissed Coce, "The Clashsounded clan cannot be defeated by the likes of the Justicehelpeds!"
"Not singly, perhaps." replied Loruca, smiling, "But we had numbers on our side. And now, I, the greatest of the Justicehelped warriors, has come here, to this abominable wasteland, to put you out of our misery!"
"That's how it is then." whispered Coce under his breath.
Loruca scoffed, "Come to your death, weakling!"
Coce leapt at him, smashing Loruca off balance with a backhand, knocking him to the ground.
Ironblood stood with Bomrek atop the battlements. "This really is quite disgusting." he said, with distaste.
"I guess the no-clothes thing is cultural." replied Bomrek.
"It's damn stupid. It's freezing out here." Ironblood said, gruffly.
"It's showing too." Bomrek noted, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red as she said this.
Ironblood chuckled at this.
Out on the field, Coce stood over Loruca. His enemy was clearly the most astounding physical specimen he had ever noted amongst his own kind. It lay to Coce to beat him in skill.
They fought tooth and nail. Loruca had never met anybody who had matched the skill of Coce, and Coce had never met anybody who possessed the kind of physical resilience displayed by Loruca.
In the end, it was Coce who began to weary first. A gap in his guard allowed Loruca to punch through, and blast a hole in Coce's chest, destroying his heart.
Coce buckled to the ground, bleeding all over the snow, and Loruca stood over him, gloating. "Now I shall destroy your pathetic home. The great Clashsounded hero lays dying at my feet. What chance do they have against a specimen such as me?"
Loruca chuckled, and turned to focus his attention on Ironblood and Bomrek.
"Such tiny creatures." he snarled, "Perhaps they are tastier than they look?"
Ironblood glanced at Bomrek.
"Damn." she said.
"Yeah, I really expected him to win that one." said Ironblood sourly.
"No, not that. Well, of course that, but I mean the goblins who just arrived." she said, pointing to the horizon.
"Oh." said Ironblood. "Damn."