“Brenwar!”
The second Ettin came closer. Its one head said, “He’s loud.” Its other head said, “I don’t like that!”
“ SILENCE!” all four Ettin heads yelled.
My ears were ringing. It made me dizzy, they yelled so loud.
“You!” Brenwar yelled from somewhere.
I gazed all around. The Ettins did as well.
“What do you want?” the second Ettin said.
I spotted Brenwar. A vial of bright liquid in his hands. He tipped it up and drank it down. Eyed the Ettin and yelled back up.
“I bet your rotten teeth can’t gnaw through dwarven hide,” Brenwar said. “I bet my beard you can’t even catch me.” He teetered back and forth on his feet. “Stupid Giants!”
I had no idea wh ich potion Brenwar drank. Perhaps it made him fast, like me. Well, maybe not that fast. Or hard as stone. Invisible, maybe.
But nothing happened.
The second Ettin reached for Brenwar.
“Move , you stubborn Dwarf!” I yelled.
My Dragon arms weren’t even getting tired. I could breathe just fine now. I wriggled, but I still couldn’t get out of the first Ettin’s hands. If I stopped pushing out with my elbows, I would suffocate. I was stuck.
Brenwar just stood there. Shaking his first. Screaming at the Giant. He was going to die. I was going to die. I could feel it.
The second Ettin reached down and snatched Brenwar up from the ground.
“TIME TO SQUISH DWARF!” its one head said. It started to squeeze, and both of its heads groaned, “ HURK! ”
I almost turned my head. I yelled instead. “Put him down!”
The first Ettin, the one who held me, the one whose spit was all over me, was laughing now with both heads. Low. Loud. Evil. “Hum, hum, hum, hum, HUM!”
Brenwar didn’t even flinch. Instead, his beard got bigger. So did his head.
“WHAT!” both the second Ettin’s heads said together.
Brenwar was laughing. Growing. Six Feet. Ten feet tall.
The second Ettin dropped him on the ground.
Brenwar kept grow ing. Fifteen feet. Twenty. He was the biggest Dwarf in Nalzambor. A bearded mountain.
The second Ettin stepped back, gaping.
Brenwar closed in on him. Socked him in the gut with a fist as big as a boulder.
WHOP!
The Ettin buckled over. A chorus of cheers went up from villagers and soldiers.
Brenwar gra bbed the second Ettin by the shaggy hair on its two heads and clonked them together. The Ettin staggered back. Fell.
“Make him stop!” the first head of the Ettin holding me said. Its other head said, “Stop him, or I’ll crush you like a bug!”
“Crush me,” I said, “and you’ll make him mad. And you don’t want to see him mad.”
All four eyes blinked. Drifting between me, Brenwar and its brother.
“Maybe you should help your brother,” I suggested.
“Quiet, Dragon Man!” it said with both mouths, narrowing all four eyes at me. It was getting mad. Thinking.
I struggled.
Its grip was like iron bars around me.
Brenwar and the Ettin thrashed over the ground. Rolling. Punching. Cursing at each other. I didn’t know how long the potion would last, but I didn’t think it would last long.
POW!
Brenwar took a solid shot in the jaw. Shrugged it off. Punched into the Ettin’s ribs. Quick. Powerful blows. One right after the other.
BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP!
“Stop it, Dwarf!” the first Ettin’s one head cried. His other head said, “Or I’ll kill your friend.”
Brenwar paused. Looked over. Giant drops of sweat beaded on his head. Broad chest heaving.
“NO!” he said. Then he socked the Ettin again.
“What!” I said.
The angry first Ettin squeezed harder.
My Dragon arms gave in. My eyes bulged out of my head.
Zzzzzap!
The hairs stood up on both of the first Ettins heads. Its grip fell open. I dropped to the ground. Sasha was there. Delicate hands glowing with flecks of energy.
Withdrawing Fang, I croaked in my frog voice, “Thanks, Sasha, but you better get out of here.”
I blushed at how funny I sounded, and gulped in some air. Whew!
The first Ettin roared,
The second Ettin came closer. Its one head said, “He’s loud.” Its other head said, “I don’t like that!”
“ SILENCE!” all four Ettin heads yelled.
My ears were ringing. It made me dizzy, they yelled so loud.
“You!” Brenwar yelled from somewhere.
I gazed all around. The Ettins did as well.
“What do you want?” the second Ettin said.
I spotted Brenwar. A vial of bright liquid in his hands. He tipped it up and drank it down. Eyed the Ettin and yelled back up.
“I bet your rotten teeth can’t gnaw through dwarven hide,” Brenwar said. “I bet my beard you can’t even catch me.” He teetered back and forth on his feet. “Stupid Giants!”
I had no idea wh ich potion Brenwar drank. Perhaps it made him fast, like me. Well, maybe not that fast. Or hard as stone. Invisible, maybe.
But nothing happened.
The second Ettin reached for Brenwar.
“Move , you stubborn Dwarf!” I yelled.
My Dragon arms weren’t even getting tired. I could breathe just fine now. I wriggled, but I still couldn’t get out of the first Ettin’s hands. If I stopped pushing out with my elbows, I would suffocate. I was stuck.
Brenwar just stood there. Shaking his first. Screaming at the Giant. He was going to die. I was going to die. I could feel it.
The second Ettin reached down and snatched Brenwar up from the ground.
“TIME TO SQUISH DWARF!” its one head said. It started to squeeze, and both of its heads groaned, “ HURK! ”
I almost turned my head. I yelled instead. “Put him down!”
The first Ettin, the one who held me, the one whose spit was all over me, was laughing now with both heads. Low. Loud. Evil. “Hum, hum, hum, hum, HUM!”
Brenwar didn’t even flinch. Instead, his beard got bigger. So did his head.
“WHAT!” both the second Ettin’s heads said together.
Brenwar was laughing. Growing. Six Feet. Ten feet tall.
The second Ettin dropped him on the ground.
Brenwar kept grow ing. Fifteen feet. Twenty. He was the biggest Dwarf in Nalzambor. A bearded mountain.
The second Ettin stepped back, gaping.
Brenwar closed in on him. Socked him in the gut with a fist as big as a boulder.
WHOP!
The Ettin buckled over. A chorus of cheers went up from villagers and soldiers.
Brenwar gra bbed the second Ettin by the shaggy hair on its two heads and clonked them together. The Ettin staggered back. Fell.
“Make him stop!” the first head of the Ettin holding me said. Its other head said, “Stop him, or I’ll crush you like a bug!”
“Crush me,” I said, “and you’ll make him mad. And you don’t want to see him mad.”
All four eyes blinked. Drifting between me, Brenwar and its brother.
“Maybe you should help your brother,” I suggested.
“Quiet, Dragon Man!” it said with both mouths, narrowing all four eyes at me. It was getting mad. Thinking.
I struggled.
Its grip was like iron bars around me.
Brenwar and the Ettin thrashed over the ground. Rolling. Punching. Cursing at each other. I didn’t know how long the potion would last, but I didn’t think it would last long.
POW!
Brenwar took a solid shot in the jaw. Shrugged it off. Punched into the Ettin’s ribs. Quick. Powerful blows. One right after the other.
BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP!
“Stop it, Dwarf!” the first Ettin’s one head cried. His other head said, “Or I’ll kill your friend.”
Brenwar paused. Looked over. Giant drops of sweat beaded on his head. Broad chest heaving.
“NO!” he said. Then he socked the Ettin again.
“What!” I said.
The angry first Ettin squeezed harder.
My Dragon arms gave in. My eyes bulged out of my head.
Zzzzzap!
The hairs stood up on both of the first Ettins heads. Its grip fell open. I dropped to the ground. Sasha was there. Delicate hands glowing with flecks of energy.
Withdrawing Fang, I croaked in my frog voice, “Thanks, Sasha, but you better get out of here.”
I blushed at how funny I sounded, and gulped in some air. Whew!
The first Ettin roared,
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