The male did not answer her last question, a scowl crept onto his face to wash away his blank expression. He stood up, grabbed his sword and walked to the door. Without word, he walked out. A few yards behind a flowering bush an armored man stood, sword at the ready crouched and watching them through the window. Without hesitation, the giant threw down his own weapon and slammed his massive body into the soldierly figure like a freight train. Stomping his boot down on the blade, his right hand latched onto the man's throat, lifting him up into the air like a mere pebble. Lighting flashed, illuminating the scene intensely, and with an air of malice weighing heavy upon the scene, the giant snarled at the soldier.
"Hur många av er måste jag döda innan du förstår att du aldrig tar mig?"
The crushing grip on his throat ensured the soldier could not voice any response to the brute. Moments later as lightning flashed the corpse of the soldier fell like dead-weight from the brute's hand. He picked up the sword the soldier had carried with him, huffing in annoyance as he grabbed his own blade in the same hand, tossing the soldiers blade into the corner. He stood in the doorway, his huge frame menacingly being lit up as the lightning flashed. After the thunder rolled, he looked back to the female.
"We must go now."
He wasn't taking any argument. He stepped out of the doorway post-haste. making his way to the edge of the forest. Just beyond this line, he'd constructed a small alter for his own work. His green eyes searched the landscape for any sight of anymore hostiles. It seemed rather clear, but the male was not trusting of that notion. He dug his way through the branches to find his small ritual site completely overrun with the soldiers. They hadn't destroyed anything at this point, but there were upwards of twenty men. The giant stood firm after pushing through the trees. His sword hung slightly to the side, point down at the dirt. The men moved closer, and then he shouted.
"I'll kill every last man who brings his blade towards me. Leave this place."
Alas, it was never so easy. The first soldier had foolishly charged with his sword hanging out like a spear, trying to hide his frame behind his shield. A foolish attempt, his left hand swatted the blade away as the soldier crashed into the giant, not managing to move him whatsoever. A wild shout, and a flash of his blade, brightly gleaming in the storm struck the soldier through the chest, blade puncturing through the heart and out of his back. Instantaneous death as the only result, as the brute brought his blade back and out of the soldier, he fell limp to the ground. Four more stepped up this time, two of which managing to clash their swords against the man's own. Holding his blade sideways with one hand, preventing them from forcing all three blades down, and two of them into himself, he retorted with a mighty shove, tumbling the two onto each other. The other two tried striking him from the back, but his attention had quickly turned and forced him to dart to his left, narrowly having the side of his stomach scraped by one sword whilst dodging another, the clash of metal happened once more, the soldier eagerly putting up a decent attempt of swordplay with the giant. But he couldn't win in the end, After getting a boot to his chest and toppling him, his heart was pierced by his own comrade who tried to rush the giants back, who aptly shuffled himself and stuck a foot out, tripping the other soldier. A downward swing of his blade decapitated the third soldier. The fourth and fifth had stood once more, but had no chance. The first sword-swing of the brute was so powerful it cleaved the fourth soldier cleanly in half while burying his blade into the fifth's side. As he fell, he soon had his heart pierced by the giant's blood-coated steel.
More came and more fell. The giant had sustained a multitude of cuts, scrapes, and hits himself, but nothing seemed to slow him down. His blade sought out and destroyed, mutilated corpses and blood began to pool on the ground, the rain only mixing itself in with the blood. The area, which was already slightly pooling with rainwater had begun to run red. One man remained, and he attempted to flee the scene for his very life. But at a raise of the giants free left hand, a spirit manifested itself in front of the man. One of a fallen soldier bearing the same armor and insignia on his sword. His jaw was broken, along with his neck. Head hanging limply to the side, the spirit spoke slowly, but loudly and sharply, as if something was causing it pain yet even after death.
"Y...Y...You....will.....die!"
The spirits eyes went wide, coughing out a malicious laugh as it drew its blade and thrust it through the terrified soldier's chest, and continued it's maniacal laughter until the man had completely bled out within moments of vicious stabbing after piercing through the chest. After the man was dead, the spirit had disappeared. And even though injured, the giant had walked calmly to his alter, setting his sword in the grass, and began to prepare things for the ritual that was to be underway. First, he aligned four skulls into a cube, placed a heart that he had to pull out of the closest intact body in the center of the skulls, and then scattered some small red woodland flowers across the heart and cube.
"The extraction ritual is ready. After you perform it, I will kill the curse-giver. Nothing will change, exhaustion will hit later. I will give you safe haven for the time being. To do the ritual, all you must do is call forth the curse-giver. These preparations will ensure that he manifests, rather than ignores your plea as a novice."
The giant backed away, brushing his sword off in the grass before standing upright, bloodied and battered, rain washing the blood down his body and soaking his longer black hair. He was ready for more fighting, even after the brief battle.
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