[ WP ] The final boss of the game realizes that he 's up against a speed runner .

*The hero comes. * 
 *Many are the seasons passed in patience, awaiting the hero so prophesied. I shall conquer the predilections of fate and take my place as master of this land. * 
 *I hear sounds of swordplay. Soon I shall enforce my sovereignty. Our battle will be grand, and tales of it shall be spun for generations. * 
 *Come chosen one. * 
 
 The great oaken doors eased open to reveal a solit- 
 
 King Armistan the Corruptor roared his challenge. 
 `` Come at me mortal! I shall cr- 
 
 The hero charged forward, missing the arch-priest's trap of binding by mere a finger's width. Without pausing even for a breath they rolled forward under King Armistan's first blow, leaping cat-like to their feet and bringing their wicked blade down upon the back of his knees. 
 
 The mighty king, the scourge of freedom throughout Dakamir, slayer of dragons and tyrant of men, fell to the floor in pain. He struggled to drag himself to his feet even as the foul hero danced in circles around him, cutting and slashing, always striking where it would harm him greatest. 
 
 Finally Armistan regained his footing, and in anger gathered himself for a brutal strike that would end this painful wretch in an instant. The hero ran to the side, and then strangely stopped moving... just... stood still. Almost as if waiting. 
 
 *ENOUGH* 
 Roared the king in his mind. No time for trivialities. He charged forth, ready to impale the hero and bury his blade into the ground. 
 The hero stood waiting. 
 Armistan closed in, eyes burning bright like molten Lava. 
 The hero suddenly rolled again, rolling clean under the Corruptor's lumbering form. Too late the great tyrant realised he had overextended, and was unable to save his footing, tumbling to his doom off the edge of the tower's broken throne room. 
 
 Suddenly, Armistan was on his knees before his throne, the hero's sword plunged deep into h- 
 
 `` My... dream'' the dying king whispered as- 
 
 Princess Hollindra, golden hair intricately braided and dressed in a shimmering white ceremonial gown, called forth the hero to reci- 
 
 **Lead Director** 
 Arnold Hamminsworth 
 
 **Producers** 
 Jacob Jonathan-Jones 
 Lucy Fur 
 Ellie Mentul 
 
 **Design Team** 
 Richard Richardson 
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