Killstreak Von Leetus was walking up the mountainside. He had absolutely no reason to, but somehow felt compelled to scope the area out, as if some higher power was guiding him towards an opponent. It was a very weird feeling, but he didn't think much of it. It was not beyond him to imagine that the gods themselves wanted him to kick ass and take names.

A red arrow popped up in front of him, and he knew that it would guide him to the place he needed to go. So why bother paying attention, right? His mind drifted as his body strolled towards the objective on it's own. He wasn't yet used to his new stats. What was up with the "Status: Noncontestant" thing? Why was his so-called background story summarized at the bottom? It should have least been six pages, or a book! "The life of Killstreak Von Leetus" - It should have said. But no, there it was, a small and peckish summary that would have shamed even the lowest of entities. It made him sick to the stomach. The first thing he would do once he conquered this realm, would be to sort that out. Surely someone, somewhere, held such power. There must be some kind of Gamebreaker residing within the realm? Right?.. Man, those guys. Most people hated them with a passion, the way they loopholed stats and world logic, but not Killstreak. In fact, his golden revolvers were the result of a long-time investment into a Gamebreaker. The guy had an accident after that though, and wasn't able to tell anyone about it. Such a shame. Really.

*DAAAAAA DATADATA DAAAAAAA DATATADAAAA DUUUUUUNNN*

Some kind of weird music emitted throughout the sky. Killstreak wasn't sure if he was the only one who could hear it. Must be the stage theme. The presence of it could only mean.. He slipped back to attention, and sure enough, standing right in front of him, was the biggest woman he'd ever seen. Not counting that one time in Margarine Valley when he had to..- Let's not get into details.

Killstreak walked right up to her, placing himself less than a meter from her feet, looked up and said; "Wow. Such size. Much woman."

Before she could make it up the mountain, the main who caught her attention was in fact the one who approached her, eager to be her first victim, as it would seem. He was an arrogant little being, standing only a meter away from her, not even the length of her foot. His weaponry looked very fancy but not nearly powerful enough to pierce her armor unless looks could be deceiving. Perhaps he thought that he'd get more power out of his attack by striking her at point blank range, but that plan came with an all too obvious risk. At his size he would be squashed like a bug in an instant, well before he could even think about pulling the trigger.

She ignored his weird, uncivilized sounding speech pattern that served as his "introduction", if it could even be called that.

"My name is Vallayuel Naradeohs, representative of the Garhandus people. What sort of a bug are you?" She replied in a voice that would sound booming to him based on his location.

Her battle-hammer was now grasped in her right hand. She didn't both with her hand-cannon in this circumstance for obvious reasons, letting it rest at her hip.

She didn't make any other movements for now, only eyeing him through the slit in her helmet with her two normal eyes, leaving the third one shut. She didn't have too much more patience to give him, so if it turned out he'd bore her and take too long to reply then she'd squash him with her right foot and be done with him. For his sake he better be amusing.

Killstreak glanced down at his golden revolvers. Such beauty. His warped reflection bounced off their barrels. Above him, the giant woman was carrying out some sort of formal introduction. He identified her weapon, and moved his own into his inventory, watching the guns phasing out of existence as if they never really existed to begin with. In their place, in his left hand, he withdrew a bottle of whisky. It´s dusty brownish bottle, with a rugged half-scratched label, gave it a feeling of exquisite quality and old age, although Killstreak knew that it was less than two weeks old, having plucked it from a whisky tree himself.

Whether it was his own intentions, or the giant, that classified their conversation as a battle, was something of a mystery. His speed hack had activated itself, which was very unfortunate. The giant who had probably been talking at a reasonably slow pace to begin with, was now drawing out every word.. forty times as slow as the actual rate.

She was about half-way into her name when he interrupted. Making sure to speak slowly enough for her to hear it. "Too long. Did not listen."

He strolled (60mph) forward in-between the giant´s legs, perhaps blind-spotting her, depending on her boob size, and took a swing at her right ankle with his bottle of whisky. The swing itself carried immense speed, easily topping 600mph, though it was kind of half-assed. Being a glass bottle, it wouldn´t serve any other purpose than to announce Killstreak´s hostile intentions, shatter across her heavily armored ankle, and splatter itself and it´s content across her leg. All in all, a terrible waste of perfectly good whisky, but he was sure there was more where it came from. It was whisky season, after all.

..Right?

In the middle of her introduction, before she even managed to get through the important part, the man showed a surprising amount of insolence by rushing out faster than she could react and attacking her leg, although she only realized this from the sound of a smashing bottle against her armor. As a giant she was sporting quite the impressive rack on her chest, even for her size, and this time it was not working in her favor due to providing a hiding place for this small being. She wasn't used to this type of opponent but his attack was still laughable so he wasn't much of a threat, just a threat to her sanity for being so annoying. She took a step back with that foot and swung her hammer down into the ground between her feet at top speed, hoping that she could obliterate him in a single strike and be done with him.

The giantess predictably took a step backwards with her right leg, which left her in a less than optimal position for her right-handed downwards strike with the hammer. Killstreak took advantage of her painfully slow movement to let go of the remains of the bottle as her leg passed backwards, and retrieved the Evertorch and one of his revolvers from his inventory in it´s place. What was so special about it? Absolutely nothing, at least not where Killstreak came from, but to people from this world, an eternally burning torch? Yeah, plenty special. With the torch in his left and gun in his right, he was ready for his next move.

The giantess was now in position to begin her downwards strike, and Killstreak let her pull back before utilizing the Evertorch in a particularly devastating move. Flicking it casually against her right ankle as he strolled forward past it, placing himself two meters behind her by the time her slow-mo hammer connected with the ground, and her leg lit up in fire, provided she didn´t somehow move her leg to avoid the torch as it gently made contact with it. Whisky, was, after all, just as flammable in Killstreak´s world as in hers, if not more, as fire was an element created by flaming and raging. Alcohol, especially whisky, made people and objects angry, therefore making it flammable.

Her hammer met the ground, cracking it apart like it was brittle glass. Killstreak raised his gun. Two well-placed shots towards the back of her knees should provide additional leverage to convince her already substantial downwards momentum to topple her massive weight downwards. He pulled the trigger, twice.

The force of the two explosions sent her knees buckling forward, resulting in her collapsing forward loudly with the front of her knees drilling into the ground as they held up the weight of her massive body, stopping her from falling any further as she sat in a kneeling position amidst the thrown up rocks and dust. The armor on the back of her knees was thinner than most, so was badly damaged and likely wouldn't withstand another attack. To think that he had already managed to damage her armor, even if at a weak point, to such an extent. This little man had a surprising amount of firepower for his size. Plus her armor was growing uncomfortably hot around her leg where she had been hit. Must be the alcohol in the bottle that he was holding that was now smashed against her leg; otherwise whatever fire he had used would not cling to her metal armor unless magical in nature. It depended on how long the fire would last, but if it heated up bad enough she'd have to remove her greaves and be left defenseless there in exchange for not being burned, which could actually end up more troublesome. As for right now she still had the issue of the man to worry about over the fire.

In this position he was about even with her hips and right behind her, a position that she would find hard to reach in order to retaliate. Harder to reach than he had already proven himself to be in his opening attacks. She had no experience fighting small opponents, so this was a real eye opener for what they were capable of. She didn't recognize him as being superior to her, so had no intention of serving him, but she did respect his talents and recognized the fact that he had bested her so far, even if simply from the element of surprise and her own inexperience. However, there was no way she'd give up the fight this easily.

Without any way to reach his current position effectively, she did what would hopefully be a surprise move and fell backwards to try and crush him underneath her back. It wouldn't take gravity all that long to accomplish this even without her help, and with how large she was it would be difficult for him to completely clear her girth in time. It would be like a tree fell on top of him, although even heavier and wearing metal armor. Perhaps falling wasn't the most dignified attack, but it would certainly be an effective one if it hit.

Killstreak had expected the giantess to fall forward, and in a sense, she did. Her upper body, however, had decided to halt it´s momentum, and shift towards him instead of it´s original course. An interesting move, that much was certain. The giantess´ own legs was hindering any kind of surprise momentum she might have hoped to spring on Killstreak in such a way. Not that it mattered much. He was really fucking fast, after all. As it was, he was pretty certain he could have strolled out of the way of her incoming upper body even without his speed hack. Attacking him with her back turned like that also struck him as a confounding move. He could do just about anything he wanted, and she would be completely unable to see it. Especially considering her limited peripheal vision due to the helmet.

But his speed hack did remain. So he pulled out a snack bar and ate it slowly while he surveyed the area with his binoculars. He could see Arthur Greystoke still fighting the group of scrubs. How they were not yet dead was astounding. Greystoke must be having one of those days.

Throwing away the empty snack bar paper, and withdrawing his binoculars, he turned his attention back to the giantess, who´s upped body had at this point just started to getting affected by the downwards pull of gravity at about 73 degrees. Her legs wobbled awkwardly to the side, he couldn´t imagine her finding it a graceful maneuver. Ah well. He started walking backwards and to the side, trying to figure out where her head would land. Having placed himself about a meter next to the spot of impact, he retrieved a bomb from his inventory, wielding a revolver in his left hand, and the bomb in his right. "Don´t blow before you´re inside." He said to it.

KRACK! Her head hit the ground, and it would be at this point that Killstreak took a step closer, flipped his revolver, and hit her at the side of her helmet with the blunt end of it at such blinding speed, the impact force would peak at roughly 10 tons force. Killstreak didn´t put too much into it, as he simultaneously threw the bomb into the opening of the giantess´ cuirass, around the neck. Likely jamming it in between her armor and her chest. The following explosion would be amplified by the pressure generated by the nearly impenetrable enclosed space. With nowhere to go but back out, the force would focus itself into her chest, and upwards, "uppercutting" her in the face.

The pistol whip into the side of the helmet, conveniently at ear height, would, in addition to the force of the impact itself, vibrate the metal helmet and generate a greatly amplified sound inwards that would, if not shatter her eardrums completely, leave her in terrible pain and discomfort. This, in addition to the burning leg, and the bomb in the cuirass, would surely make her wish she had never crossed paths with Killstreak Von Leetus.

But she did.

Immediately after tossing the bomb, which was roughly 0,3 seconds after the giantess´ head hit the ground, Killstreak moonwalked 10 meters away, at 200mph, before stopping. That should place him at a safe distance of the imminent explosion, which would occur the moment the bomb flew into the cuirass.

She couldn't react in time, not even knowing what hit her as the explosion did a direct hit into her body, contained within her armor to ensure most of the force was directed either right into her or out the opening. With her heart destroyed the giantess was no more, collapsing limply on her back, legs splayed out on either side of her, and she lay still exactly where she fell, dead as a doornail.

With the giantess dead at his feet, Killstreak von Leetus did the only thing he could imagine doing to a dead opponent. He looted her. Taking her oddly looking, and hugely impractical (for him at least) hand-cannon, and storing it into his inventory. He hoped it was loaded, but if not, he could probably use it as an obstacle, or even drop it on an unsuspecting scrub. The darn thing was heavier than a cannon! He picked up a stick and wrote in big, bold letters on the ground next to the giantess; "Killstreak was here." before throwing the stick away.

And with that, he left the still-burning corpse of his fallen enemy behind. She would make a great bonfire by nightfall, and be left nothing but ash come morning.