What was this now? This little twerp had the audacity to speak up to a man who just laid out his entire village in one stomp? "Issat so?" He groaned quietly, leaning in closer as Jeff began to shout with courageous vigor. He chuckled to himself, but when the wind around him began to whirl with Jeff as the epicenter, the giant's eyes looked down in confusion. "What in the-" Then Jeff moved quickly, faster than his target could react. His fist collided with his chest and launched him upwards, slicing at his rock-hard muscles like a flurry of knives. Small spurts of blood flew out and away from the impact point as he flew through the air. But the man didn't scream, nor did he grunt, or exhale with a fierce huff. He landed several feet away on his back, and lay motionless for a split second before he slowly rose to his feet.

	Still silent, the huge man looked down at his sliced up chest. There was a spiral pattern etched into his skin, and it bled heavily, but he didn't seem too phased by it. The skin around his chest changed from a creamy color, to a dark grey tone, and the cuts began to seal one after another. But despite this, it left behind an imprint. Five lines of scarred flesh spinning towards his stomach's center remained, refusing to heal. He looked down, and then back up at Jeff. "900 years, nobody's been able to scar this solid bod, not even a little. And here," He stopped and disdainfully motioned towards Jeff with his entire right hand, shaking it up and down briefly in frustration, "This little fucking [i]humie[/i]..." He stopped and dropped both hands at his sides. The skin around his stomach changed back to its creamy hue again, and his eyes lit up with fury. Below them, a devilish smile spanned his entire face, and he began walking towards Jeff at a steady pace.

	"You little twerp... Heh..Hehehe..."