The Knights of Slice vs the Master of Golems

The orchard was still smoldering when Captain Elias stepped between the rows, his soot-streaked helmet catching the first light of dawn.

He removed a thick, ashy glove to catch a falling amber between his callous fingertips. Rubbing the sooty remnants together, he brought the blackened dust to his lips: it was exactly as he had suspected. He had discerned the perpetrator; what he could not imagine was the motive.

He spat the ash onto the scorched grass. It had a certain acerbic taste that came only from the manufactured flames of a fire golem. And every fire golem had a master. And in this region, there was only ONE man he knew of who was capable of controlling one of those monstrosities.

"Well, that's great," he whispered to himself, squinting through the dark clouds billowing across the horizon. "Seems like we're gearing up for another fight." He glanced over at the girl beside him, wearing a similar look of anticipatory worry.

They both drew their swords as enemy morphed into an enormous stormy monster. The 2 heroes yelled, "Death by a Thousand Cuts!" They both sliced the air in rapid fire 1000x, sending shockwaves through the beast, defeating it once and for all. They hugged as they declared victory.