*has been reading too much fantasy lately*
Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings, and the wind of them was foul. Again it leaped into the air, then swiftly fell down upon Eowyn, shrieking, striking with beak and claw.
Still she did not blanch: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone. Backward she sprang as the huge shape crashed into ruin, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth; and with its fall the shadow passed away. A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
The Return of the King, Chapter 6: 'The Battle of the Pelennor Fields'
I love Tolkien.
Still she did not blanch: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone. Backward she sprang as the huge shape crashed into ruin, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth; and with its fall the shadow passed away. A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
The Return of the King, Chapter 6: 'The Battle of the Pelennor Fields'
I love Tolkien.