The group of travelers amassed themselves on the edge of a cliff, foreseeing the horrible confrontation that was about to occur. Below them and many feet in between stood a veritable army of knights armed with the shining swords of justice and shimmering plate mail of indestructible brotherhood. They were all doomed.

            Standing amongst them, a single entity of immense hidden power challenged their might. To that glorious army, this wretched hag was simply a beggar, a vagrant, if not for its massive girth. It would take three men wholly to comprise that disgusting creature, smiling at them with its repulsive rotten teeth and protruding double chins.

            The leader of the knights broke from the line, confronting the opponent. From what they could see, the leader was discussing something with the man. Shouts could be heard, distorted and unintelligible from their distance. Suddenly, the leader struck with his sword. A vicious thunderclap issued from the edge of his blade, and he was flung steaming into his own army. They began firing arrows within seconds. The man merely laughed.

            The arrows struck, filling the thing with their barbed heads. But it did not move or cry out in pain; it simply laughed. It grew louder and louder, rising in pitch as it began to glow slightly. Brighter and brighter it grew, as energy began visibly wrapping itself around the entity in spider-like tendrils.