Alsid gaped at the boulder in front of him. His companion, Shylan, huffed impatiently at him.
"You are supposed to be the strongest warrior in the region!" She exclaimed, pointing at his damaged warhammer. "Your little toy did nothing to it!" Alsid looked down at the dwarven hammer, forged in some of the deepest depths he'd ever seen, and noted the scratch. He scowled as the runes became visible on the boulder."
"Black magics," he muttered, laying the hammer down on the soft grass. Cracking his knuckles and whispering an incantation, he stepped forward and grabbed the boulder with his bare hands.
"It's too heavy for you to lift you oaf!" Shylan laughed, but was cut short as the boulder started moving.