Who are you?

Sheldon Lance grinned at the hideous monster before him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he taunted the ogre. He swapped hands with his sword, and then back again. This was going to be fun.

"Mmm, yummy!" Drool splattered from the ogre's open maw as it bellowed. The thing was just as ugly as the rest of its kin; with a brow that hung far over its deep set eyes, and a complexion that would make even the most acne riddled human teen blanch. It towered over Sheldon, or Eldon as he preferred to be called, by almost ten feet. Its biceps were bigger around than Eldon's waist. The ground shook as the thing took a step towards its prey.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance," he told the dumb monster. Technically he was only here to stop the beast from hurting visitors, on Aunt Lysa's orders, but Eldon wouldn't lose any sleep if he had to put one dumb ogre down. He'd killed before.