Thorvald’s Wyrd 082
Even blinded by pain and fear, the flailing giant might land a lucky blow. Thorvald approached the creature with caution, giving the other, now attempting to struggle to its feet, a wide berth. Slow steps brought him behind its head and he raised the steel axe.
His first blow bit deep into the giant’s throat, spraying a curtain of dark blood into the night and across Thorvald’s face to suck heat from his flesh. The giant bellowed, trailing to a gurgle as Thorvald wiped the sticky blood from one bearded cheek.
It took three more swings to sever its neck.