Beaky would allow no remorse to stay his mightful hand as he continued to cleave through Dr. Handperson's ever replenishing ranks of doomed defenders. Again and again his Cleavering two-handed sword of Alarming Brightness and Unknown Ethics rose and fell upon the rustling heads of his pulp-derived foes. Kajillions of damned A3 souls fled from that field of carnage wailing the lament to dismemberment in their lost, hollow voiced deadness. He would allow no food to pass his lips, no drink would soften his throat scaled from 300 years of continuous heat of battle lusty battle-crying, until his sacred quest was complete. That he had by now forgotten his sacred quest did not alarm Beaky, for, even bereft of the actual details of his holy mission he reconfirmed the validity of his actions in a warm basso profundo:

"IS IT NOT BENEATH MY CONCERN? AM I NOT BEAKY!?".

He was however of a mind to indulge in certain other creature comforts that fate-riddled day in which he first spied the steed. A mighty stallion stood amidst Handperson's milling hordes, some miles away in the direction in which Beaky was currently hewing. Although fully capable of performing the necessary calculations related to group dynamics, smiting efficacy and subsequent battle movement, he didn't bother to determine the battle time it would take to reach the proud flanks and haughty raised head of that distant warhorse. Had he not hacked and battered his way through the first three hundred years of an eight thousand year uninterrupted battle into the dubious future?

Two hundred years later, the day came when Beaky first lay his enigmatic hand upon the lofty shoulder of his equine companion. In a comforting rumbling bass voice he greeted the proud horse:

"I AM BEAKY, NOBLE STEED. I SHALL CALL YOU STEVE".

As a single shaft of light flew through the parting clouds to illuminate the scene in a manner befitting such an event, Beaky jumped astride mighty Steve, and without delay the two began with renewed vigour to mercilessly cleave the assembled hosts of Handperson. Only mildly did Beaky regret having merely jumped astride his giant destrier, rather than the far more gallant vaulting he might have undertaken had he thought to do so.

Song of Beaky will continue as is deemed absolutely necessary, as ever in the future of an eight thousand year uninterrupted battle.

Song of Beaky<---->Beaky Encounters the Angst Demons