Steel Demon

Foam overflowed the flagon as Jenta snorted. "I was drinking you arse," he laughed still smiling at the joke Coret told. The small room next to the massive iron doors of the city's gate was warm with the small fire, a cozy respite from the chilly night air. "Molly know you have such shit jokes?"
"Molly is dirt-." Coret's reply was cut short by a sharp metal shrieking from the gate just outside. They stared at each a moment before grabbing spears and lunging for the door. They were just in time to see the metal hinges of the twenty foot tall, three foot thick gates disappear. Slowly, impossibly slow, the doors started to fall. The wind blew through the open door and extinguished the fire as they slammed into the ground and a stocky creature crossed the threshold.
The iron peeled away and curled around each step it took. The blood that never stopped flowing ate through the metal like acid. Jenta lived long enough to look into the dwarf's completely red eyes and wonder how he could tell the creature was looking at him without pupils.

Type

Shock