>>3848
Bit monstrous, but hopefully that's fine with ya. Did you want to have any smut to the fight, or just strictly violence and pain?

Name: Glakos
Age: ???
Weapon: Defensive Close (Fights with a layer of ice that shields his body and freezes those he hits.)
Armor: Heavy Armor (The ice protects him, but makes him slower and easier to strike.)

Total Bonuses: -4 to opponent's damage rolls, +2 to hit. This is probably sub-optimal, but hey let's give it a try.

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Glakos HP: 100
To Hit: 16-2=14 (Hit.)
Damage: 7+5-2=10 Damage

Having been sent to investigate the abrupt end of communications with the small village of Rosepoint, the reason quickly became clear once Fate arrived. There was a chill in the air that didn't belong to a pleasant spring afternoon, and what should have been a lively farming community was instead dead silent like a mid-winter's night. And the buildings looked the part too. A layer of twisted hoarfrost draped over them and a light mist rose from the midday heat, painting a mysterious and slightly beautiful scene. If the person could ignore the implications of what had happened to the villagers and the strangeness of all this.

Getting closer would allow her to see what had happened to the villagers and it was far from a pleasant sight. Splashes of red dyed numerous buildings, frozen beneath a layer of ice. The shattered remains littered the streets, while some villagers were left fully intact. Their expressions those of horror or pleading, pale from the cold and frozen in place while whatever was responsible lingered. And there was no doubt that the monster that did this was still around. There was just this feeling in the air... that she had not gone unnoticed the moment she had stepped into this village turned frozen hell.

The cold got worse as she approached the village square, and standing there was the monster that had to be responsible for all of this! It seemed he was preoccupied with tending to the odd floating orb at the center of the square. It glowed with a soft white light and snowflakes swirled around it. Occasionally it would pulse and a wave of cold washed over Fate, chilling her to the bone and probably making her regret her choice of attire. The square was not simply empty either though. Other challengers had laid down their lives in this very place. Some were torn to pieces brutally, others remained almost statuesque as they were trapped in a prison of ice, and a few unfortunate females? Well... the condition of their equipment and state of clothing told enough of a story for Fate to figure things out.

"Another one..." He suddenly remarked without even looking towards you. Unsurprisingly there was a coldness to his deep voice, but also a powerful rumble that made it sound like a mountain had deigned to speak. Before she could consider his voice for long though, the towering brute turned on her with violence and a promised death in his eyes. He was not particularly fast as he approached, but the sudden wall of ice cutting of her avenues of movement coupled with how he brushed her spear aside with an arm left her exposed and vulnerable. Pain blossomed for a moment before a deep chill numbed her gut as he drove a fist in and tossed her through the wall of ice, shattering it before she hit the ground and rolled. "Perhaps you will be more sport..."