Aik and his team suddenly found
Themselves under attack by
The wiliest fighter of the islands;
The hideous Logbi.

Did he dream of anything but death?
Death to those who invaded his dark home?
Like pipes his nostrils bulgeth,
Dripping crimson runnels where he would roam,

“Buzzards will tear your eyes out!”
Screeched Logbi, knowing not who they were.
‘Twas a fool, not to comprehend he would later in pain shout
Meanwhile Aik and team took time to confer

They all took this in, this sight:
Honed like a razor on either edge were his claws
And the teeth, which held crushing might
His piercing eyes gave them pause

But not for long, for then they reflected
On a plan to kill the creature they saw,
An apprentice fire-mage was selected
As best-suited to engage Logbi in a brawl,

For Aik knew that its weakness was fire
And he had confidence in the young mage
To stand up to the Logbi’s ire
Though it was, to be sure, an intense rage.

The mage, called Jobin, was not all too sure
If he could be enough to stop this pest
“If I am poisoned, there is no cure!”
Said he, but then he was told that the best

Never got anywhere without risk-taking
And that it wasn’t much danger at all
For in Aik’s head a plan had been baking:
“His weakness: Atop his head is a horn tall

If burned with strong fire, sent with skill
It will burn into the Logbi’s core.
I have faith you can do this; I know you will
And then the Logbi will be no more.”

The lord of all the tricks of war,
The Logbi, caked with blood
Of past victims thought ‘twould be a bore
To kill the team like he assumed he would

“I will hang them like doves.” He thought
And deliberated which path to take
When Jobin ran forward with a torch he had got,
Jumping, and for the horn he did make.

The Logbi swatted him away like a fly
Jobin tried to recover and lift up his torch
A claw was lifted in the air up high
While Jobin around it attempted to scorch

The hideous horn atop Logbi’s head.
Jobin sent out flaming fire in an arc.
Otherwise he would have been dead;
It was luck or skill, but several sparks

Hit the Logbi’s horn, and caused him to recoil
All looked on as he howled in pain
His innards were beginning to boil
And Jobin was rejoicing: for now praise could he claim