The giants moving towards the cabins both paused as they were overcome by arrows and a strange mist of fog. One of them took an arrow the back of neck, causing it to yelp in pain. It turned around to see the attacker but its vision was block by the strange mist. Both of the giants only seemed to become even more angered as a result, then Faervel lunged at the back of one of the giant's legs, causing the beast to wildly slap a hand downwards, making contact with the wolf and sending it bouncing to the side. 
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The giant running towards the people by the inn continued running as the arrow bounced harmlessly off its hard kneecap, the beast continued moving as it came closer, its mouth agape as it prepared to attack. Right as it was about to, Aldred came from seemingly out of nowhere, running as fast as he could, his sword clenched in one hand. He paused midstride, putting himself in the position where if he timed his strike right could hit the creature right in the back of its leg and likely send it to the ground. As it drew closer, he began the swing and connected, the blade slicing into the giant's backleg, causing blood to spray from the wound as the giant seemingly collapsed.

It hit the ground hard, sliding along the ground as it was sprawled out face down. Aldred quickly moved, coming from behind the creature. He slammed his sword repeatedly into the exposed back of the knee, causing the giant to grunt in pain every strike. He paused and walked onto the giant's back, stopping on the top of its back, right behind the head. After ducking a futile swing by the giant, he swung his great sword down, tearing into the back of its head. The beast stop squirming after several long seconds of Aldred twisting the blade. Once it was done, he jumped off of it, moving towards Sipley's down form, sheathing his bloodied sword along the way.

"She might have a concussion, she helped me take down one of the beasts, guess she must have gone down with it when it toppled over in death, same thing happened to me, but I'm wearing enough armor that I could probably fall of a church with no injures" Aldred said with a smile to Lucio as he too knelt down near her body, his expression changing. "It was my fault, should have tried a different way to take it down, maybe not let myself fall into its grip." He said, his tone one of anger at himself, then he reached down and lifted Sipley off the ground, hoisting her over his shoulder before turning to the others

"Go help the others if you are able. There's two more of these monstrosity's left, they seem to have them on the ropes but you never know with these things. Make sure they are dead. I'll find some aid for this one." He said to the group, another order, though not as harsh as it seemed. Then Aldred began towards the damaged inn, walking through the large hole on the side.

As he entered the damaged tavern, he noticed a woman kneeling over the bartender, magic emitting from her hands as she tried to resurrect the man, who was already gone. Aldred never wanted civilians to get dragged into these kinds of battles, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. He paused, laying down Sipley's injured form on the floor, clear out of the way of any rubble. Then approached the woman, recognizing her as another one of the people he had been told about who would join their adventuring company.

"I'm sorry for your loss, miss," Aldred said, his voice calm, his facial expression one of sorrow, he had said the same thing too many times before, often during the war after searching through orc assaulted villages for survivors He hated saying it each time. "One of the people fighting the beasts suffered a head injury, she could use some aid." He added, looking at Emilia.