Battle Under the Stars

Above my head the stars are shining,

But they are unimportant,

Only Dagoth is important.

Any swordplay lasts a mere second,

For I disarm Dagoth quickly, 

But through magic he turns my sword to dust.

Dagoth runs at me,

I run for his sword.

Inches, 

Mere inches.

He grabs me by the collar and begins to choke me.

I am running short on breath,

Pinned down.

I reach for the sword,

Barely do my fingers touch the blade,

And in a burst of energy, 

I grab the sword and stab it through the beast's chest.

He loosens his grip on me,

And I swiftly cut off his head.

Victorious,

I inspect my beloved.

She is bruised, battered, and broken,

But she can be helped,

I just know it,

She has to be salvageable,

She just has to.

But I don't get very far,

When suddenly I hear the slimy tongue of Dagoth.