Thoruk's bolt combined with Iver's scream disorientated the giant. The tooth-bolt ripped a hole in its wing and caused it intense pain. It gawked, screaming louder than Iver, causing their ears to split in agony.
"What the hell?" Marco said, wincing on the ground, his ears bleeding. Even Eonwe was slightly fazed but reached Iver and grabbed the fool, pulling him behind him. The Maia then charged the thing. It smacked him with its claws sending Eonwe flying into a stalactite on the roof, knocking him unconscious and sending him down onto the floor with a thud. They had just lost their best fighter.
The Flying Giant winced at its ripped wing as it began to heal, steam filling the wound. It slowly turned to attack Iver but then-
WHOOSH
At the entrance to the cave, behind the arrayed spear wall of Rhovanion men, was a great eagle. Not as big as those of Middle-Earth but large and magnificent. The Flying Giant squeaked, ignoring Iver, and dashed past the Dalishman, rushing the spear-wall with frightening intensity.
Cardiloc awoke inside the body of the eagle. He could see everything. He could control it. It was him. He felt its wings through his arms, its claws through his toes, its beak through his mouth. It was simple enough to control.
"CARD, WATCH OUT!" Radaa called, him and his wildmen embraced the Rhovanion wall as the beast charged.