Epic scowled at the burning town. The villagers pleaded for aid, but Epic cared only about his favorite tavern. With the blaze crackling behind him, he fixed his steely gaze upon the dam above the village. He grinned, and charged. With a primal roar, Epic swung his greataxe, shattering the dam in a single blow. The water surged. Down it thundered, smashing through fields and streets, dousing the flames, flattening every house–and tavern–in its path. "Fire’s out," Epic declared. “Wish I could get a drink though.”