He fought 'It'. 'It' was strong, but he was stronger. He took his mighty blade, filled with the blood of hunderds of warriors, slain by him, and cutted 'It's' leg off. 'It' has still 5 legs left. 'It' screamed so loud that the back of his helm scattered in a thousand pieces. He fell at the ground, and looked in the eyeless face of 'It'. He got stunned. He didn't know why, but he couldn't get up and run. He felt so warm... 'It' opened it's big, merciless mouth. Ready to destroy him in thousands of pieces. He raged. Not like a normal human, but like a god. He sacrificed his body to safe himself from 'It'. He could move again, 'It' was drowning in a bath of his blood. He lost all his blood, but he wasn't death. The elder gods gave him a bloodless life, with nothing to fear. He was immortal, he couldn't die. His enchanted helm kept giving him power, too much power. His bloodlust became so high that he slew everything on his path. Nothing could stop him. His brain didn't get blood, he got insane. He cutted every single tree down at his path, and killed every single creature he saw. He would destroy hunderds of towns, millions of warriors and even the moon. He was more than a god, he was a blood warrior.