CHAPTER 1
Makarov shaped towards the monster, heard in his throat. "This is it!" He shouted at the monster, "it all ends here. You killed my master, I will kill you!!"
The monster let out a huge roar. It's firey red eyes lit up and it's clawed hands curled into fists.
Makarov steped forward, his posture looking confident, but his face told a different story. He planted one foot in front of the other and focused all his energy on making himself bigger, after a minute of concentration he was as big as the monster and ready.
CHAPTER 2
Makarov made the first move, he swung his enlarged fist at the monster's face, using his magic to make claws that gouged at the monster's eye's.
It roared in agony and swiped at him, Makarov wasn't ready and took a blow that sent him flying. As he gingerly got up he was more determined then ever to defeat this monster. As it went in for another hit he blocked it, it sent a bone jarring tremor down his arm but he didn't back off, he swung his fist ad also kicked with his leg, a combo that floored the monster and enraged it even more.
The moster sprang up and swung it's fist, but this time Makarov was ready, he ducked underneath it and tried to turn his hands into clawed fists but he couldn't. Then he realised that doing this was taking up alot more magic energy than he thought it would. As he thought this he realised he was shrinking, very soon he was his normal height.
When the monster realized that Makarov was smaller than he was the monster struck a fist that Makarov barely doged but did so at the last minute, then a villager dragged him away.
When the villager got him to the hall Makarov asked him what he was doing, the villager didn't answer but just beckons him into the middle of a circle of men.
CHAPTER 3
The man started chanting words that Makarov could not make out but even so it sounded mysterious, he looked down at the floor, a magic circle was forming, the words that the villagers were changing must be forming it.
Suddenly the villagers stopped chanting, the circle was complete.
Then Makarov felt his magic energy regenerating, he almost felt ready to fight again.
As he steped once more on to the battlefield he felt the urge to kill the monster again, to avenge his master.
He enlarged himself again readying himself for the fight that he knew he had to complete. The monster saw him and roared it's horible roar and lunged at him. Makarov nimbly leapt out the way and transformed his hand into a giant sword. He stabed at the monster's exposed back and felt it drive beneath its tough hide.
The monster let out a roar and tried to get the sword out but Makarov drove it deeper, feeling the monster's blood running down his arm. Then the monster gave a final roar of defeat and colapsed.
Makarov fell to the ground tired and in need of food. The villagers cheered and together they sat down and had a feast.
