The giant believed himself to be angry before.  It had been years since he experienced anywhere near the level of rage that was currently flowing through his body like an electrical current.  Yes, he honestly believed the furry that burned inside, threatening to boil is blood, and turn his skin into a stew-ish pulp was the angriest he could possibly get.  Then, the man with the spears slashed his eye, and the woman threw a building on his foot.  The final insult came from the swordsman, shouting some nonsense before smashing the better part of a building into his knee.  "Argh!"  The giant roared as he lost his balance and pitched forwards.  The one saving grace of the moment was he was hopeful he'd manage to crush the swordsman beneath him.

For a moment, on the ground, the giant considered getting up and resuming his attack, but stopped himself.  He wasn't getting anywhere moving against opponents that were so much faster and smaller than he was.  Yes, he was far superior in terms of strength but it was accuracy and speed that were keeping all the others from being dead.  "Grrrr."  The giant growled.  "Legion-Legion No mi."  He put his hands over his chest in a circle.  "Three star general!s and a private!"  

A huge puff of brown smoke hiding six large figures and a much smaller one.  The six figures moved purposely through the smoke, each hiding to clobber one of the opponents who were giving them so much trouble while the smaller one simply turned tailed and ran in the other direction.