A bloodied hand came up over the rocks and gripped the sharp cracked stones tightly. Soon another one came up over the edge and with a grunt of pain a being with wild hair and a glare of anger in his eyes pulled himself up over the edge. A sharp whimper of agony left the Muzzle of a great beast caught in deadly combat. A giant wolf was fighting for its life against a large, hairy troll. As it darted forward to try an attack once more the monster grabbed it out of the air and tossed it aside like a pillow. The wolf let out one more anguished cry and fell barely breathing, nearly limp on a jagged rock on the cliff side trail. Blood soaked gray and silver fur from cuts all over its hide.
The troll let out one more great howl as its dull brown eyes fixated on the Dire wolf before it. A large rock was hefted up and held over the monsters head as it got ready to crush the beat it fought. But form behind the man, or maybe he was a boy, had finally found his way back up the cliffs edge and onto solid ground. Rage filed his eyes as he saw the wolf near lifeless. His hands glowed, his left blue and his right purple. With a great scream of is own that nearly echoed a wolves howl he lunged into battle with a monstrosity nearly twice his size and likely four times his strength and weight. From his left hand lightning crackled and arced. And then from nowhere in his right an evil, jagged sword appeared.
The wild man thrust the sword completely into the Trolls left flank and left it there as the great monster roared and dropped the heavy rock beside it. The boulder cracked and fractured on the ground turning into many smaller fragments as the granite crumbled. The man jumped backwards and both of his hands glowed with that same pale blue light for a second before the lighting flowed forth again. Crackling through the air and scarring the Trolls ugly hide. The great beast dropped to one knee as it cried out in pain and the wild man pulled a large hand axe from his hip as he lunged forward one more time.
With a great leap he sprung forward and up the trolls knee and then chest. With an upward swing of his right hand a CRACK echoed off the mountainside. The steel hand axe he bore sunk deeply into the trolls head from under its jaw upward. It split and broke the front of its jaw bone as the axe bit deeply into the monsters head and was wedged inside its skull. The troll fell over backwards, its hands still twitching as it spewed gurgled grunts around the blood flowing from its wound.
The boy landed heavily on one knee himself, breaths labored and shallow as he wiped blood from his eyes and looked over the downed monster. With slower, but deliberate steps he moved towards the great wolf and fell beside it, then over it. The wolves whimpering could finally be heard in the stillness of the air. Slow soft and pathetic it cried in pain on the jagged rocks beside the mountainside of the cliff face. The boys hands started to glow again, but this time a warm orange-yellow.
That light would course over the wolfs form next and the growing pool of blood under it seemed to slow and lessen, it would neither fade or reverse course but it stopped growing. The animals breathing came easier second by second. Its whimpering abated. With magic the wild man cured his friends wounds and healed his aches. But now the boys breaths came harder and shallower as the beast grew stronger. The glow lessened, but persisted as the wolf tried to move. Eventually it failed and vanished altogether as the wolf moved up and stood. But the boy fell to the cold granite ground, barely breathing and eyes closed.