"Are you going to let it trample your guests, or are you going to show me why they call you the Great Wolf?"
Alexander didn't answer with words. A low, dangerous rumble built in his chest, vibrating through the very earth beneath our horses' hooves.
Before the charging titan could scatter us, Alexander was in motion. He didn't bother reaching for a bow. Instead, he drew the massive, heavy claymore strapped to his back, the steel singing a cold, lethal note as it cleared the scabbard.
He didn't just ride his grey destrier; he commanded it. The massive warhorse lunged forward, meeting the elk's headlong rush with a terrifying lack of fear. The brute force of their collision was deafening.
The elk lowered its jagged crown of antlers to gore him, but Alexander was faster, his body shifting with a fluid, animalistic grace that defied his massive size.
The heavy claymore came down in a brutal, shining arc.
