Fight, or Die For Your Freedom

Nearly three weeks of constant battle. With freshly battle-scarred bodies, and exhausted minds the two casters trudge through the darkness ahead. The only light they have comes from a light cantrip being cast by the wizard. The light only illuminates 30 feet ahead with their path ahead shrouded in darkness. The two stopped trying to lighten the mood days ago. At this point they were both aware of how hopeless their situation was. They were sent in here to die. If the thing they were sent in here to kill happened do die too that was just a plus for their captors. Yet the two continued on. Not because they were eager to die, but because there was a chance they could live. All they had to do was fight. Survive. "Hey. Cut your light for a second." The light emanating from the wizard's horn dissipates. The two casters strain to look ahead. It's faint, but there's certainly light up ahead. The two quicken their pace. It becomes apparent that there's a large, open room ahead. One larger than any room they'd come across in the caverns until now. Upon passing the threshold it's as if an entire new world had simply appeared right before them. Luminescent flora light up the open cavern with a light blue glow. For a moment the two are stunned. WHAM! The ground beneath the two shakes, causing them to loose their balance. Nar can see it now. There's a figure about 50 feet away. It has to be at least 12 feet tall. A large figure carrying a club the size of an Earth Pony stallion. As the creature turns it's hideous, deformed features can be seen. "No. This can't be." The wizard states, breathless. "These creatures were though to be myth, but... but here one stands before us." Nar raises an eyebrow, confused. "What are you talking about?" "A Fomorian. One of the creatures that our ancestors fought when the lands were first created. The legends state our ancestors needed 3 of their greatest druids to defeat even one of these creatures." That wasn't a good sign. Fear begins to consume the wizard. The creature's hideously enlarged right eye stares straight through him. The Fomorian's gaze is averted as a rather large chunk of rock smashes into its skull. The Fomorian turns towards the sorcerer who is readying to launch another ball of earth. "You descend from the ones who cast out my ancestors. We have lived in torment for many millennia. We watch as you spread your lies of 'friendship', and 'harmony.' We watch as you take what was ours by birthright. We watch as you desecrate our ancestors. Cast them as evil." The frail voice of the wizard interrupts. "We are not from Equestria. We do not value 'friendship', or 'harmony.' " The wicked voice of the Fomorian resumes. "Ahhhhh. You are all the same in our eyes. You have stolen what is rightfully ours." The Fomorian brings its club down once more. "And now. We shall take it back!" For such a large creature the Fomorian was surprisingly quick. The lumbering beast charges forwards with its club raised. Nar hurriedly erects a wall of stone from below as the wizard prepares to cast a spell. The club comes smashing through the wall of stone sending small chunks of rock flying everywhere. The wizard attempts to cast a spell, but a sizable chunk of rock embeds itself into his chest, causing him to loose concentration. Nar tumbles backwards from the force, and is down for three seconds before he's able to force himself onto his hooves. As Nar stands he lifts his head to hear a series of cries from the wizard. He looks to the wizard to see the left side of his face, and upper torso begin to grossly disfigure. After 10 seconds the affected area resembles the Fomorian's grossly distorted body, and facial features. The Fomorian once again charges forwards with its club raised. Nar plunges his hooves into the ground, and removes them after they have been coated in a thick layer of stone. In his current state Nar can hardly lift up his now rock coated hooves. As the club is struck downwards Nar is hardly able to dodge to his right by essentially 'falling' out of the way. Now dragging himself along Nar avoids swing after swing with his stone coated hooves dragging along the floor. The Fomorian raises its club for another strike. Seeing an opportunity Nar slings his front left hoof forward. He manages to eject the stone coating towards the Fomorian striking it's grossly enlarged right eye. This causes the Fomorian to utter a cry as its free hand/hoof comes up to cover its eye. A series of wild swings of the club forces Nar to ditch the second stone coating for more mobility. The increased mobility allows Nar to dodge the club more reliably, but with how quickly, and how often he needs to move he's growing tired quickly. Then, a large horizontal swing. He won't be able to get out of the way this time. Nar braces himself as bes he can, and lifts his hoof in an attempt to catch the club. A sickening crunch is followed by unbearable pain all over the right side of Nar's body. Nar's body begins to move on its own. He's in too much pain to think. He begins to strike back with a flurry of punches, kicks, and stone projectiles. Every movement causes agonizing pain, but Nar's body refuses to stop. He attacks with the ferocity of a man possessed. The scales that coat the left side of his body are now distinctly visible. It hurts so much. The pain is all Nar can think about. All he wants is for it to stop, but he knows it won't. It will only get worse if he doesn't kill this giant. With his stamina rapidly depleting Nar is knocked backwards by the Fomorian. He lands on his back, too tired, and in too much pain to get up. Fear consumes Nar's mind as the Fomorian begins to lift, and slam its club randomly. It's going to crush him if he doesn't do something. He can't. He can't do anything. It's too much. With no way to defend himself Nar waits for his inevitable demise. A sickening black beam of energy shoots over Nar's head. He watches as the beam strikes the Fomorian's chest. The Fomorian utters a short, but desperate cry as necrotic energy shoots throughout its entire body. The Fomorian drops dead. Its club falls to the ground only 10 feet from Nar. If only Nar could move.