I thought I had already won my victory. As I entered the Hall I saw the warriors. My hunger incleased as I heard thier hearts pumping blood through thier viens. Blood... oh, its sweetness drove me mad! I grasped one of the men, broke him, drank the sweetness that I craved, and then splattered what remained against the walls. I laughed slightly to myself as I grasped another. But this one was different. He flipped me over his shoulder. At that moment, all desire for flesh and blood vanised and all I wanted was retreat. It was no use- I was trapped. I recived blow after blow... by mortal hands!! It was some comfort that the spell I cast rendering the men's weapons useless against me worked, but the relief was temperary. I knew I was done. A hundred stabbing daggers fleed through my body as my arm was ripped out of its socket. I crawled, crying, beaten, bleeding, back to my den to await death and admit defeat.