Ruashk, The clanless dwarf

The giant was close to death. Ruashk knew it as he breathed in the smell of fresh blood. The dwarf stood by the bodies of the fearless strangers. The gnome and shifter were already in battle by the time Ruashk had found them, now they lay cold on the mountain floor, their caraven now nothing but fire wood. This giant was powerful but the gnomes witchcraft and the shifters sharpe eye and crossbow had weakened it. Now nothing stood between the monster and these brave people, except Ruashk the clanless dwarf. His beard mattered in blood and dirt. With an almost bestial howl the dwarf dug deep and felt all his muscles tence with power. "Only death will stop me know." he shouted in the face of the giant as he leapt passed a flying boulder. Ruashk ducked passed a falling fist and drove his mighty hammer down on the hand. The deafening crack told him he has broken the mighty hand. In reaction the giant wildly swung his arm trying to take the dwarf off his feet. Ruashk however threw his hammer down and held out his own hands, with all his strength he took the brunt of the attack without loosing his footing. The giant yelled with anger and pain and bought his head down to see his enemy up close. This was the oppurtunity Ruashk was waiting for. He grabbed his waraxe from his back and with the last of his strength he drove the weapon into the chin of the giant. The power almost spilt the giants skull in half. Ruashk's rage dropped, his energy gone. A metal man came from behind. The dwarf swung a closed fist at it but the mental man just grabbed his hand and then put his hand on Ruashk's back and lowered the dwarf to the floor. " Rest. You are safe."
The dwarf could do nothing more then let sleep take him.