Clear Your Shit: Ogre in the road (Intimidating)
We'd been riding most of the day when Heather spotted something blocking our path. As we neared the figure, the horses began to shy and we realized it was an ogre in clothes covered in streaks of dark red. My sense of horror grew as I realized that the red was old blood. I pulled my tooth club from its place on my belt and yelled as I rode past the ogre, hitting it on the head and racing on by. Heather swung her feather and it dropped glitter into the ogre's eyes. The ogre roared as we raced away, we didn't dare to stop for several minutes. Finally we slowed back to our normal pace and I was able to finish reading Beloved by Toni Morrison.