'Ahhhhh yuhhhh!' The axe met the log with a solid 'thunk,' cutting cleanly through the neck, parting the head from the shoulders with such force, that it bounced across the flagstones with great gouts of blood pumping after it, spraying across every warrior seated within five paces. Cunobelin let go of the axe and stepped back.
A moment later, the giant's body rose, walked around the log and with blood still pumping from the ruined stump of its neck, levered the axe free from the wood, and then crossed to where his head had rolled to lay beside one of the great carved beams that supported the roof of the hall. As before, he picked it up and held it with the face staring outwards. The eyes rolled around in their sockets for a moment, and then settled and glared from side to side at the war
