Aaron Battles The Ogre
Drawing - Ink
This is one of 195 illustrations from the adventure/fantasy series titled "The Vine Of Hours". I am the author/illustrator. Asil, desperate to do something to help, whinnies loudly and rears up on his hind legs pawing the air in front of him. This distracts the ogre who whips his head around in the direction of the horse just as he returns to all fours. Asil nods his head up and down aggressively several times as he snorts and whinnies, clearly highly agitated. He does not intend to wait around and see what the ogre's intentions are. He paws the ground in front of him, splashing up rainwater as he snorts, readying himself to charge at the monster. But the ogre's attention does not stay with the pony. From across the clearing Aaron reads his companion's intentions and yells out loudly, "Asil! No! Don't! Stay There!" He shouts. The monster's head whips back around from Asil to Aaron again. The ogre's large mouth opens wide dripping saliva as a scream rises from deep within its chest elevating quickly to a loud shriek as it suddenly pushes off, sprinting at the prince with surprising speed. The prince's eyes grow wide at the sight but he stands his ground as the ogre is all but on him in a split second. The ogre knows he has him and smiles confidently as he reaches out with both claws opened wide to grab him but closes them on empty space. The prince is gone. The monster's expression immediately sours as his head turns quickly back and forth looking for the disappeared little being. The ogre groans a loud complaint of confusion and disappointment, "HUH? AAARRHHH!!" But then he screams even louder in pain and reaches downward to grab hold of his right rear calf which is suddenly bleeding. As quick as the ogre had been, the prince's timing had been impeccable, and his own quickness saved his life. Aaron had ducked, tucked and rolled at the very last instant to well under the sight lines beneath the ogre's own ample pot belly. Keeping low to the ground he began tumbling back beneath the monster. Just as Aaron's roll brought him out from between the ogre's widely spread legs he stabbed back and to the side with his short sword, slicing deeply into the ogre's lower leg as he continued his roll out and away. Clear of the monster now, he used his momentum to vault himself up into an upright run away from the ogre's rear in one smooth unbroken transition. A gymnast's sustained tumble and run, a popular children's activity of the day. Aaron has been practicing it since he was a small child. Even so, under the circumstances, it was a very slick move. The ogre whips around screaming, and leaning backwards clutches his bleeding calf. Mouth wide with a continuous shout of outrage and pain he watches with new respect the prince running away from him to the other side of the camp.
September 30th, 2011
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