The party have stopped again, and so you sit and rest. After a few moments you realise the 
ground wasn't as comfortable as you hoped, and your left leg has gone numb from how you are 
sitting. Moving you feel the blood return, bringing with it an uncomfortable pins and needles 
sensation.

You rub you leg attempting to ease the discomfort; after a few moments you stand and look 
around the shore line. The weather is cool but pleasant, however you can clearly see storm 
clouds on the horizon. You wait and stretch; evidence suggests your foe will be arriving soon 
and you will not miss the encounter.

As time passes you head down to the shore, picking your spot to fight. The storm has moved in 
now and the world is grey and dark. Then you spot it; a shiny white skull emerges from the water, 
followed by the rest of the leather clad, water logged death knight, hammers held in both hands.

"Fornax," you mutter under your breath as the skeleton looks directly at you. You watch as it casts, 
its hammers glistening black with unholy energy as you in return call upon blessings for your weapon 
and yourself.

"Still weak, Paladin, do you really think you can defeat me alone?" it speaks in its hollow mocking 
tone.

"But of course," you reply, flashing the skeleton a smile, inciting Fornax to charge. You have trained 
for this; you use your mace to parry one of its hammers then release your grip on the weapon at just 
the right time to catch the mighty blow on the buckler. Swinging around you duck the next blow, hammering 
your mace into its chest and smiling as it visibly staggers backwards.

"First blood to me, no?" you taunt as the storm breaks above you, pelting you and it with hard rain. The 
fight continues back and forth, unholy energies searing your flesh, as Belldandy's holy energy burns into 
the evil keeping Fornax in this world. Blow after blow is struck, connecting and being parried, each of 
you weaving in order to buy a moment to heal yourself as required.

After what seems like hours, tired and sore, your healing powers all but spent, you manage to catch Fornax 
with a well timed blow to the leg, knocking it off its feet. Your victory is applauded by a crash of thunder 
from storm. You bring your mace down again in one last arc, lightning flashing across the sky; lighting up 
the whole beach and the now truly dead eyes of what was Fornax.

Victorious but exhausted you collapse to the ground, the tingles of aches and wounds mixing with the 
jubilation of victory. You close your eyes; the rain stops and you open your eyes back in the real world.