Gripping hold of his soon-to-be victim, once the Giant's struggling began to ease up a little due to the prior injuries sapping it's strength, Cronic took hold of his sword and plunged the blade into the back of its neck, sending it sprawling onto the ground, struggling a bit, before it's life was ended. Wiping sweat from his brow, he turned to look at Aria as he stepped off and away from the giant's corpse.
"Dragons, Cultists, Vampires, and now Giants... We're going to have killed a handful of just about everything in Skyrim at this rate." Cronic said, wiping the blood from his sword before he sheathed it, having his large and unusable bow slung over one shoulder, and a standard hunting bow which he'd borrowed from a guard over the other.
"I'm gonna go check up on the people who would've been knocked heavensward were it not for our timely intervention. I'll leave the other Giant's fate to you... And next time warn me before you decide to dropkick one in the face again. You might not get so lucky next time." Cronic said, before turning to walk towards the pair.
"...You two alright? You're not hurt, are you?" Cronic said, and Serena was the first to respond.
"Exhausted, mostly... That and my feet are sore." Serena said, looking up at Cronic after having caught her breath... Only to realise who he is.
"...Small world, isn't it?" Serena said, as she stood up straight.
"...Black clothes, blue eyes, brown hair, great sword... What was her name again...?" Cronic said, folding his arms, one hand gripping his chin as he tried to remember her name.