While writing Eaglesong I began to fall in love with the characters and what they represented to me. It was both unexpected and a source of real enjoyment. The bond of friendship(A central theme throughout Eaglesong) is best appreciated between The Centaur, Wynsik, and His Fellow Ogre Buster, Feldan IronBelly.
Feldan got to his feet, and staggered over to his friend. Wynsik was hurt gravely, he could tell. The centaur was still conscious and he turned his head as best he could to face his friend. “This may be our last battle together.” He said with some effort. Feldan nodded and choked back tears to say “Aye, that it might.” The dwarf then smiled and winked at his wounded friend, then looked to the giant who was trying to get the plainsman’s beast from his back. The dwarf took a deep breath, and straightened his helmet.
Then Feldan went berserk.
Mugs had never known such pain. Whatever was on his back was digging deeply into his flesh and to the giant felt as if it tearing the skin from his bones. He tried to reach over his shoulder, but he could not get a hold of whatever was there. He did not believe that something could hurt so much.
That was until the dwarf attacked.
Feldan ran right up to the giant and with a howling two-handed swing, hit the giant right in the calf with his axe. The giant wore boots made from mathedon hide and covered in ringlets of mail.
It did not matter.
The dwarven blade was being powered by dwarven rage, and would have cut through plate steel had it been there. The weapon sunk to the handle in giant flesh, only to be torn out cruelly and then struck again.
The giant screamed in agony and anger, for never in his life had he felt such a pain. He raised his wounded leg, intending to stomp the dwarf that had cut him, flat.
He jerked then, felt another pain keenly, and looked to see a spear in his belly, this one courtesy of Landermihl and a well aimed throw.
Feldan turned his frenzy to the other leg, spinning and cutting deep into the giants other heel. The giant, whose other leg already would not bear his weight, hopped awkwardly before falling hard on his face.
The dwarf, who had ducked under the giant’s legs as he fell, was on him in an instant, raining blow after blow onto his back. Mishu sprang away as he fell and trotted over to Ethian, ready to leap in once more. Ethian reached over and stayed her, for he could see it was not needed, for they watched in awe at Feldan’s fury.
The dwarf stood, legs spread, just at the shoulders of the giant, who was moaning and trying to move. With tears in his eyes he shared a look with the centaur. Then he rose up on his tips toes and drove the axe home, right into the giant’s head.
There was a loud crack, like the sound of a tree splitting, and then the giant stopped moving.