Ophelia
Whalren had been felling trees since the sun went down the day previously, using only his right arm, a feat made less impressive when your right arm is in fact a woodsman's axe. Behind the bear-like man lied a short trail of stumps and branches leading to a clearing containing a sizable wagon. Taking the logs from the fallen trees, he loaded them into the wagon over his back, making the stack feet taller than himself. The load was going to be complete soon, hopefully before the next morning. 

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The sounds of a large bear echoed through the forest as Whalren stored the last of his logs. He didn't turn around, instead began unscrewing his axe and walking directly to the bag tied to a tree in the clearing.

His eyes widened and his pace quickened as he fiddled with the mechanisms in his arm. The growling ceased but the sound of a large scuttling animal persisted. Finally detaching the axe, Whalren placed it into the bag, taking out a different instrument. Specks of metal glinted through rust on this industrial meat hook. Contrasting with the well crafted, intricate axe was a hook, possibly salvaged from a fishing company. He twisted it into his arm, now turning around, facing the source of the noise. The bearded man squinted his eyes into the adjacent trees, scanning for large moving objects. The hook now laid at his side fully fastened, he began pacing forward into the trees.

The forest quickly grew dark, the far reaching limbs of the trees blotting out the sky, making it impossible to tell day from night. Sounds of rustling and groans that seemed too far from human erupted again.
Daniel
Stern noticed the sound of heavy steps in the snow. He groaned and unsheathed his dagger. His limbs felt heavy, yet he wouldn't have died without a fight. He could clearly see a large man approaching. The size of the unknown giant surprised the hunter, who had never seen someone taller than him. He didn't like it. Yet he noticed the peg leg and the hook, which made him gain more confidence. In the end that giant was severely handicapped.
Stern crawled back into the hole from which he came from, waiting for the man to come closer. The tension was making his wounds ache in a softer manner, but fighting with honor was not part of his options.
Ophelia
The bear man continued at his pace, the hook swaying hanging beside him. He walked through the branches and leaves until he met the clearing, where he was sure the source of the sound was coming from, but to no avail. There was no bear, no animal of any sort, nothing but a trail of blood that the night made invisible. 

Seeing few other options, Whalren continued on this path, steeping over a large hole near the center of the clearing.
Daniel
A green hand suddenly came out of the hole, holding firmly onto the peg leg and pulling down the man with inhuman strength. The ground collapsed under the giant and in less than a few seconds, Stern was on top of him, pinning the hook with his knee and pressing his blade on the giant's neck. "Who are you?" A growl echoed through the tunnels.
Ophelia
"Hell, yaw lost aun't yah?" The giant's hand searched for a rock from under the snow, colliding it with the green mans head. The dagger flinched and drove into Whalrens neck. Blood streamed from his chin and neck and as he yanked his hook back attempted to stand up, falling on his peg. The two now feet apart, the giant looked at him "Jus' stay 'ight there, yeah" Pointing his hook at the pig man, and steady stream of blood still flowing out, now creating a pool on the ground.