Deliberately, carefully, Conn thrust the sword at the beast's skin, The wicked point sliced through the beast's hide, right into the vein by the neck. The animal flinched as though attacked by a horse fly. Blood welled and dripped.
-With his teeth set in a grin, Conn dropped the sword. If clanged on stone. With his good hand he grabbed the animal by the horns and forced it to stand still.
-Then he bent his head and licked the blood from the beast's side. It tasted sharply of metal.
-'With this blood I shall be a warrior!' he vowed