The Broken Prophecy (Walls O' Text)

Edwin tried to stand, despite the heavy rock. But his strength was not enough. He tried to shout out to the bandits, to tell them of the shards if nothing else. But he could barely manage the slightest gasp of breath.

It was hopeless. He could do nothing. He felt his vision begin to fade.

Min was faring little better. As the demon had caught her, she had dropped the stolen sword; her best chance, aside from Bert's assistance, was the dagger in her belt.

But the demon's clawed limb had her pinned. It was a great struggle to move her arms at all, and merely touching the demon seemed to cause intense pain. She hoped Bert had come up with something, she couldn't even turn her head to see what he was doing.

As it turned out, Bert had settled on a wild charge, and rushed at the demon with his club raised overhead. He struck the limb with great force...

Only for the club to break off in his hands. The beast's legs were stronger than wood, it seemed.

"Damn!"

In a panic, Bert flung the broken club into the demon's face, and lunged for the dropped blade. It had worked for Min, he reasoned; it might well work for him.

But the demon, despite its anger and pain, grabbed the blade before he could. It then spat some of the strange fluid onto the sword, and Bert looked on in shock as the blade melted away.

The situation was dire. The demon had Min, and the anguished look on her face told Bert that he needed to free her, quickly. But his only weapons were his own considerable strength, and his less-than-considerable wits.

Yet he had to use them as best he could. Min was in danger. He had to save her.

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Note that while the focus is on Bert right now, you can feel free to suggest things for Min or even Edwin to do.