Carl Vs. The Gorgon

The Gorgon swooped around again. Silhouetted against the backdrop of the moon and arcing round to come in for a final, huge, graceful, wing'd, horrifying, savage, hate filled attack. Carl lay bleeding and smashed on the floor still winded from the last ferocious Gorgon attack.
Carl could see the beast snort and start his downward trajectory. He closed his eyes and awaited his gory fate.
But just as the Gorgon seemed destined to end this one-sided match up bully off and barrel in for the kill. A climactic approach that Carl wished the damned Gorgon would get over with and done with and stop it's scaly, reptillian posturing.
The Gorgon steamed forward, head down, out of the night sky.
But just then, some might say in the nick of time, a figure rode over the horizon, steed ablaze, the noise of the horse's angry breath and the fury of his hooves as it was pushed forward was nearly as fearsome as The Gorgon's death caw.
The rider, sword unsheathed and ready urged his horse on and just as The Gorgon seemed destined to bite Carl's head clean off swung his mighty sword and met the Gorgon in midair.
The Gorgon's head was parted from it's body and rolled away and the rest of the Gorgon crash landed heavily onto the jagged rocks only fit for clarion to feast on. They'd already been circling anticipating Carl's bloody demise and got an unexpected bigger lunch as The Gorgon contained so much more meat to feast on.
The horse reared up, front legs kicking out in a pose of victory. Carl's brave saviour maintained perfect horsemanship and controlled the horse with the ease expected of a hero.
The Hero dismounted and strode over to Carl, he knelt down checked that Carl's wounds were mostly superficial and removed his helmet, shaking out his flowing, golden locks as he did so.
As the Hero revealed himself Carl gasped in surprise. His saviour was his mum.
"Oh mum, that's so embarrassing."