Encounter

Cyrus sheathed his sword as he approached the large cavern, knowing in his gut that something would be coming as he reached the center. Walls of flame or the like were to rise and block off his entrance and exit, and from the plateau of rock a dozen or so feet above, a massive monster would drop on his head, ready to feast. It had happened one too many times in this monstrous world that Cyrus had willingly, if unwittingly, thrown himself into. But he had learned much from his previous encounters. Whatever this next beast was, it would find itself facing a foe that it could not beat.

The knight's hands began to glow green as he called upon the magic that had somehow found its way into his system. It had taken time to adjust, but he was well acquainted with it now, and the gifts that it could bestow upon him - and the destruction it would rain upon his foes. With his left hand, he traced a circle in the air before him, a sigil inside of it that called upon a magical shield that silently and instantly coated the thick, steel armor that had saved him from so many blows. His right hand reached behind him, tracing another magical sigil, energy exploding out of his body through and curling up into the air around him.

The sound called the beast forward, stones from the walls breaking in to seal the entrance behind Cyrus, much as he had predicted. A massive creature, made of stone with rough and jagged edges, yet somehow with wings powerful enough to hold it in the air. Its steps rocked the cavern, before it launched up and landed a few feet away from Cyrus, facing away. It turned around slowly, clearly meaning to be threatening, but its eyes visibly widened when it saw the foe that had walked into its home.

Twin emerald dragons extended out from Cyrus' back, a sword crackling with electricity in his hand, his armor glistening with green magic. He stood with his feet planted firmly, unafraid of the gargoyle easily three times his own size, watching its movements as a predator watching its prey. The gargoyle's eyes shrunk, glaring angrily at such a small being standing unafraid. It launched forward at the knight, sharp claws ready to tear him apart.

Dragon fangs launched out first, biting into the gargoyle and tearing away its shoulders, inhuman screams following that filled the cavern. In its pause at the pain, Cyrus launched forward and pierced the monster's chest with his sword, pushing it all the way in to the hilt. A roar of pain came forth, and the gargoyle slammed his fist into the knight's face. But Cyrus didn't flinch. He didn't feel anything. The magic stopped the rock-ladden fist in its tracks without halt.

The sword ripped forward, and the fangs ripped down, and the gargoyle fell apart, the rocks that formed its body falling apart and tumbling into the depths below, followed shortly there after by the rocks that had blocked his pathway. Cyrus' magic dissipated  moments later, and he sheathed his sword once more, ready to take a short break. He still had a lot of ground to cover. And that was assuming the goal he had been given truly was the end.