A good morrow unto you, my dear reader.
And a good morrow I do agree that you should be enjoying right at this very moment.
Indeed, I say.
Why, even and so as the very cold may trouble your soul, do I argue... that the very fact that it is a new day indeed bring to your heart the most splendid of joys!
Indeed.
... (Uh... huh...)
Oh, come now.
Fail to tell me that you have yet to overcome your hatred for the cold.
... (Oh, bother...)
Oh, very well then.
Do at the very least stay warm.
I am of the understanding that you humans do hate the cold.
All the same, fail to assume that I shall simply halt myself today.
Why, we have many a thing to say today.
Indeed.
And of the very same, I say...
Do I now begin.
Ahem.
'Twas as the young lad did find himself afoot...
Towards the very Bone Beak that simply stood before him...
All the while, wings apart, preparing its thoughts and conclusions...
That the battle very soon to begin, did in fact, begin.
And thereof...
Was it as the very beast sensed the metal upon his foe's hand...
And even so, those very uncautious steps towards its own person...
Indeed.
The very beast was made full aware of the fact that an action was necessary...
And even so, I say...
Was the beast most ready to take such action.
... (Ok!)
And thereof, I say...
Did the very Bone Beak, wings spread out, suddenly close those very wings and at a terrific speed, I should say, charge towards the young lad...
All the while as he remained but a few feet away.
Indeed.
The very idea, I say...
Was to rush him, beak first, perhaps the very idea to stab at him, and thereof, to draw blood.
Indeed.
To battle.
However...
... ("'Tis most oft in battle... for there to be a swift end.")
Well, of course.
Fail to assume I did not see what you did there.
All the same, do I continue.
The very beast attacked for ferocity, I should say...
And all the same, ferocious as it was, was the whole thing for even less than naught, for the young lad managed to be even faster than the beast.
... (No shocker there.)
Indeed.
With his axe, the very Converser, striking towards the ground...
Even so, before the very beak could reach his person...
Did he strike the very thrusting beak of the beast as it charged...
With ever so much force that its head fell fully to the ground, along with its neck, followed by a deafening screeching sound of sorts...
'Tis hard to describe what exactly this beast sounds like.
All the same, did the very beast land to the ground with a tremendous force...
Not for its size, but for the very power behind the young lad's own strike, and even so, owing to its own mighty carapace, did the axe fully fail to sever its own beak in half.
... (Huh... Yep. Figures.)
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Yes, yes...
The Bone Beak is a tough fellow, I should say...
Why, the very young lad remained largely undeterred...
As he did simply turn his mind to the rest of its body, which just so happened to be sprawling madly...
Why, the very beast's claws and limbs, those of its right side and that of the front to be more precise, did in fact begin to lunge at the young lad in desperation.
And even so, as that was that he would indeed be cut and scratched by the very same, did the young lad have with him the mind and the understanding to know the exact whens and the very hows of that whole debacle.
... (Huh?)
Why, I simply mean to say, that for who he was, could he tell exactly when the claw would strike.
... (What? How?)
'Tis of the many things of humanity, I should say...
Even so, of battle, of wisdom, and also, of humanity.
Indeed.
... (Uh... huh...)
Perhaps another time, my dear reader...
Another time.
All the same, did the young lad soon fully decide upon how he would kill this beast.
'Tis yet another thing of the many things of battle, I should say.
All the same, did the young lad simply change hands...
Allowing the right hand to take a hold of the axe...
... (Serious now?)
And even so, was it just as the very beast's right limb struck forward to cut of him...
Most certainly would the beast have the mind to flee thereafter, I say...
That the very young lad merely grabbed the very frantic limb with his left hand.
Indeed.
With his own eyes was he able to note exactly when and where it would strike...
And thereof, I say...
Holding it by its very limb...
Did he then continue his very slaughter of the beast.
Why, the battle was quite finished, I would say.
Even so, as the very beast struggled...
Utilising all its might to attempt to even cut of the young lad's flesh even so barely...
All the while, even failing to make him budge a bit.
Even so, did the young lad with his left hold it back, and even so, did he with his right, remove the very axe from the beak...
Somewhat strenuous, I should say...
'Twas really quite a bit stuck in there, I should argue.
Even so, as it had failed to cut past its upper beak.
Indeed.
As a bird, I should know...
Such a thing is truly disgusting.
Why, do you know, my dear reader...
What it means for the birds of this world and myself to have something off with their beaks?
... (It means that you won't get any ladies?)
Truly, I say...
I should stop asking you such questions.
All the same, indeed.
A chip on its beak was left behind, and even so, did the very young lad place his foot upon the very Bone Beak's back neck.
Indeed.
A truly precarious position, I may say...
As... I should tell you, my dear reader...
A hand on the Bone Beak's very limb.
Yet another hand on the axe...
The very foot upon its neck to prevent movement...
Indeed.
A very precarious position.
... (For the Bone Beak?)
For both, I should say.
Have you not been paying attention?
Hmmm...
No, no...
I suppose you would imagine such.
Why, the young lad has no trouble with such an ordeal.
Even so, do I say...
That this remains a most dangerous position for many a man or woman.
... (How?)
Do take into consideration the very fact that the young lad's only limb to the ground remains as his very leg.
Indeed.
One leg on the ground, and the other three limbs all quite busy...
Truly, I say...
Without great practice, shall such a thing fall to a great failure.
Indeed.
Why, 'tis only for the fact that the very young lad so happens to be of those with great understanding of the many things of battle...
And even so, well trained...
That he manages to do such.
Indeed.
Even so, did the young lad raise his right into the air, all the same as the very beast continued its frantic struggle to attempt to get loose...
Trying now to free its neck from the grand lad's own foot.
Yes, he did indeed place his foot there for that reason...
Obviously...
And even so, did the beast swish its tail...
Move its entire body left and right...
Even flare its very wings...
All vain pursuits, I should say.
And of the very same, with his left foot to the ground, his right foot upon its neck, and his whole body to the very beast's right side...
Even so, with the very right limb of the Bone Beak fully subdued...
Did the young lad lift the very axe, and get to chopping.
... (What is with him and cutting off necks?)
'Tis a most interesting question, I say.
Why, one may have one reason...
Another, another...
... (Huh?)
Moving along...
Ah, yes...
The very young lad, amidst all the hustle, with his right hand, landed a terrible strike to the beast's very neck.
Indeed.
One from the very air, all the way coming down.
And of that, did the very blow strike its neck with such a force that an oh-so terrible crunching sound of sorts could be heard all throughout the air...
And even so, the very violent breaths of the beast's own panic...
As it shrieked even louder than before.
... (Huh?)
Why, did I not say...
... (Oh, yeah. Actually, I think I said that.)
Well, yes...
Why, indeed it was you.
All the same, did the very beast survive the first strike.
'Tis not a grand shock, I should say.
The axe simply failed to fully penetrate its neck...
Falling short by enough of a distance to keep the beast alive...
All the while, leaving it in unbearable pain.
Indeed.
The frantic screeches and whispers grew more panicked and hurried and even so, briefer and more energetic as the very time went on.
All the same, did the young lad waste little time, only taking a moment to consider the very fact that one strike was not enough.
... (Huh?)
'Tis not for his strength, I say...
'Tis a failure of the blade.
Why, do fail to assume that this is the young lad's first Bone Beak.
Indeed.
The very boy has slain a number of them in the past...
Not too many, I would say...
But even so, was it slowly coming to him fully that the very Converser was inferior to his very Draksbane blade.
Indeed.
... (Huh...)
Yes, a most interesting thing, I say.
All the same, without wasting a moment...
Was there yet another slain beast to add to his small collection.
And of it, did the young lad strike the very same place once more...
As the very beast's frantic struggles failed to even so much as halt him.
Indeed.
Yet another strike, I say...
And of it, did this one fully silence the beast.
Yes.
'Twas as though a dying sigh, I should say.
The very beast suddenly, as though in terrible sadness and mourning...
Slowly let its aggressive cries for a recovery from its most dastardly position...
Come to a sorrowful, almost pitiful whisper...
As it soon after...
Died.
Yes.
The very limbs grew slow...
The very body grew less violent...
Indeed.
... (Ouch. Now I feel kinda bad.)
Yes...
'Tis of the many things of life, I'm afraid...
That one may fall into violence, and even so, perish.
Indeed.
Why, did the young lad merely cut the very same place once more...
... (What?)
Hmmm...
Oh, yes...
I did not say.
Even the second strike had failed to fully cut through the neck, I say.
Why, a third one was most necessary, for with that, would the young lad now properly be able to leave the head of the beast to the ground.
Indeed.
... (Man. That was... sad... I mean...)
Time is up, I'm afraid.
... (Oh, come on!)
Oh, come now, dear reader...
Without respect, where would we be?
Oh, ho, ho, ho...
... (Ugh...)
Do have a properly good day, my dear reader...
And even so, fail not to eat birds on my account.
'Twould be foolish, I would say.
... (Mmmm...)