“Definitely not.” Sipley answered Sonia, smiling wryly. “Music is just noise.”

She would have elaborated more if it wasn’t for the large boulder that slammed into the side of the inn. Sipley dived to the side, her locks falling into her face and sticking to her sweating skin. Rubble buried her body slightly and she landed on her arm awkwardly. The assassin was quick to react, only taking a moment to check to see if her arm was broken – it wasn’t – before scrambling out of the hole in the wall. It was only then that she saw the towering giants with loincloths and tufts of hair. Hissing under her breath, she darted for Aldred who laid on the ground with a sword drawn.

“Okay, what the hell.” Sipley deadpanned, scowling at him. She pulled daggers from her leg holsters and tossed them with impeccable aim at the feet of the first giant. She didn’t expect any damage, she just wanted to slow them down slightly.

“Where is their soft spot? Have you tried that big hunk of metal on them yet?” hissed Sutton, taking aim again. “We should go for their eyes. Blind them.”