All seems normal this day, the market of the small human city is bustling, the men are carrying lumber, selling goods, or tilling the land, the wives do laundry, buy food in preparation for dinner, and the children run around smiling, laughing, and playing. But there's one person here who seems to stick out. he's shorter, but more stout then the other men. He wears a bronzed plate cuirass, greaves, and boots. His large arms end at his strong hands, his beard grows past his collar and near the mid point of his chest. on his back there is a giant hammer, leather straps hold it loosely in case he needs it. The hammer its self would stick out, as it glows with a power not of light, but seemingly of the sun itself. the man's hair is a pure black, and looks coarse and messy. Almost everything about this man seemed dwarven, save for his height. He walked calmly, as if he actually fit in, but the look in his eyes sent the feeling something was about to happen, and he knew about it. Once he reached the town square he stopped, then turned to face the entrance gate to the town's harbor. His large right hand gripped the hammer just under the metal head and pulled it from the straps. The head of the hammer was a large metal brick shaped base, with 2 ends on the square sides, one rounded to half a sphere, the other a sharp point. The whole hammer was the color of darkened gold, and the glow around it was yellow with an orange rim. He gripped half was down the 3 foot handle with his left hand and stood like he was staring the enemy in it's face, though nothing was there. Just as everyone who was staring began to look away there was an explosion of green fire from the other side of the gate, followed by screams of pain and fear. The armored man took this as his signal and charged the gate, his hammer swing down and smashed into the large wooden double doors that separated the harbor from town. They flung open and the warrior charged out into a swarm on undead and demons alike. "You are not welcome here!" he shouts with a deep commanding voice. a demonic figure stood high amongst the swarm. red skin wrapped tightly around it's muscular form, showing every vein pulsing with the rush of battle. the creature stood on large hooves and had a long thick tail leading from his back, his mouth filled with fangs and his glowing green eyes with blood lust. in his hands rested a might and terrifying spear, a jagged blade on both ends, the demon pointed at the man and yelled in a language few knew. the swarms of nightmarish fighters charged him, weapons ready. the first wave mostly consisted of skeletal warriors freshly raised from the corpse of people in the harbor. The man smirks and swings his hammer from left to right. It slips through the air like sand in a wind storm, but hits like a cannon ball against it's targets. One by one each of the fifteen skeletons to charge, and the few demonic hounds that went with them, fall under the weight and skill of their attacker and his weapon. The demonic commander seems unphased, if a bit interested now, and sends the rest of his army in. the guardsmen of this town arrive just in time to charge in with the stout newcomer, the clashing of arms like waves smashing together. Blood and bone splinters fly in the air with the swing of every weapon, the guard of this town are decent fighters, but they are outnumbered. The stranger shouts to them "Keep up defenses lads! I'll take the commander!" his irritated and excited voice lets out his dwarven accent as he smashes a line through the swarm of foul creatures, finally breaking free just to block a hit from a spear blade larger then he is. the demon lord cackled and speak so the man can understand "You are a worthy opponent, but you shall fall this day! You shall fall before the might of Archimonde's Demon Sargent!" the demon's strength pushes the man back, but he keeps his footing. He struggles to get out his response, trying to focus on the block " You will know the name of the warrior whom shall wear your teeth as a necklace and use your hide as parchment when I write letters to my kin, I am Kaltormu, and you'll never best me!" with his shout his strength seems to increase, he steps forward twice and swings his hammer to deflect the rest of the blow, as he deflects it, the demon uses the force to launch an attack with the opposite blade, which meets the hammer and shatters like glass to the demon's surprise. the force used leaves the demon wide open, Kaltormu lunges forward and his hammer once again meets the submitting flesh and bone of his foolish opponent. Bone and armor shatter alike in wake of this mighty weapon and wielder, and the demon falls, bleeding, but still alive. "Curse you... curse you for interfering, you damned dragon!" he shouts, then is silenced by the slamming of Kaltormu's hammer against his skull. the source of the necromagic that kept the skeletons and undead moving now dead, they crumble into dust, and the guards dispatch what few demons remain now that some local mages joined the fight. But by the time they finish, the Soldier who lead them is gone, the only proof of his being there is the bloody pulp that is now the demon's head.