A brutal beginning

As I looked out into the dead of night, eyes straining to discern movement, my heart jumping into my throat with each rapid beat. I looked to each side at my friends, both far more experienced in combat than I, looked calm and determined. A twig snaps over there Leaves rustle in the wind over there. No sign of our quarry. I try to swallow down the lump in my throat, that couldn't possibly be my heart? They said their cave was around here somewhere. They both stride purposefully on, eyes scanning the ground for anything at all. I notice their hands are sitting firm around their weapon handles. Bursting out of the brush, a giant to which I had never seen! Muscles, sinew, hair and Height!! Oh how tall this beast was and the hands, that could grab my head in one massive fist. All three of them acted in unison, as the beast swung his fist over head to his right, my friend ducked under from the left and gutted him right there on the spot. So clean the cut was the beast carried through with his wild blow connecting so hard with my other friend that I heard the audible sound of his neck snapping as his head whipped around. Before I could ask myself why he had just stood there, a second massive form came barreling out of the bushes, fury burning in her eyes at the death of her mate. The thud of his body hitting the ground still, seemed to bring her further into a state of madness, if that were even possible. My friend pulled out a dagger to dual to his short sword. Waving his arms in and out, up and down fast and sinewy like a snake, ready to strike. It didn't take her long to close the distance as they clashed in a brutal dance of stump size fists swinging for a killing blow and razor sharp blades. Gashes appearing here and there, but her mindless fury was preventing a killing blow. Gods willing she land one of those ugly fists he was done. Both of them realising that the fight was coming to an end, neither of them could sustain this kind of combat forever. He went in low for a fatal stroke along the inside of her leg, attempting at her artery. Sensing her impending doom anyways, the beast had outsmarted him. She had held her arms arm goading the low maneuver only to seize him and simply let out her weight crushing him with a sickening crunch, both dead before the dust settled. I stand there dumbfounded, shaken and suddenly very alone. A throaty cry shatters the silence, not an animal, but high pitched a child? Again, it pierces the night. I begin to follow the sound. In a cave not too far at all from the wicked scene below, nestled in a rudimentary basinet, a giant's baby. I shall name you Yiebaen I whisper as I lift him out of his bed. I vowed then and there to raise him right, something good to come from something so terrible. I will move to Valour and teach you to speak proper Serin, and when you are older I Will find someone to train you in the art of combat. I will instill in you the virtues of a Knight, you will be a shining light in a world shrouded in darkness.