The great fist lashed at the Bloody-Nine's face, the great hands snatched at his body. But all the giant caught was laughter.
Easier to strike the flickering fire. Easer to catch the rolling smoke.
The circle was an oven. The blades of yellow grass were tongues of yellow flame beneath it.
The sweat, spit, blood dripped onto it like gravy from cooking meat.
The Bloody-Nine made a hiss, water on coals. The hiss became a growl, iron spattering from the forge.
The growl became a great roar, the dry forest in flames, and he let the sword go free.
The grey metal made searing circles, hacked bloodless holes in blue flesh, rang on black iron.
The giant faded away and the blade bit into the face of one of the men holding the shields.
His head burst apart and sprayed blood across another, a hole torn from the wall around the circle.
The others shuffled back, shields wavering, the circle swelling with their fear. They feared him more even than the giant, and they were wise to.
Everything that lived was his enemy, and when the Bloody-Nine had made pieces of this devil-thing, he would set to work on them.
The circle was a cauldron. On the walls above the crowed surged like angry steam. The ground shifted and swelled under the Bloody-Nine's feet like boiling oil.
His roar became a scalding scream, and the sword flashed down and clashed from spiked armour like a hammer on the anvil.
The giant pressed his blue hand to the pale side of his head, face squirming like a nest of maggots.
The blade had missed his skull, but stolen away the top half of his ear.
Blood bubbled out from the wound, ran down the side of his great neck in two thin lines, and did not stop.
The great eyes went wide and the giant sprang forward with a thundering bellow.
The Bloody-Nine rolled under his flailing fist and slid round behind him, saw the black iron on his leg flap away, the bright buckle dangling.
The sowrd snaked out and slid into the gap, ate deep into the great pale calf inside it. The giant roared in pain, spun, lurched on his wounded leg and fell to his knees.
- Last Argument of Kings, Part II, The Circle