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[center][i]Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest[/i][/center]
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Mayhaps his mind wondered at the stage that had been presented before him, but the giant felt as if surrounded by ants in a closed room. Many squirmed at the intervals and not much space gave the brute an opening to unleash his fullest without causing some damage to structure and ruin. But perhaps that was exactly what he needed for this situation, there was a stranger that beckoned their arrival and invited to deliver the flurry of battle hence forth to these hell spawned serpents. Garrett took first blood, displaying what capability he had as a Serim, and now it was the turn of this brute to unleash his impregnable muscle. That stranger screamed that he needed a distraction and such he would get, Hafrbjǫrn inched forward and thrashed towards the center where he would clutch the serpent warrior by it's torso, tightening grip so potently it's screech adorned silence and replaced it with agony. Lifting it above his head, a slam towards the earth was met to this creature's spine, followed a second and a third, before the attention of its companions were now at the behest of Hafrbjǫrn's might. As they charged, the giant held not quarter before delivering the body of its companion with a massive lunge, colliding with them to the point that there were met without footing, sent to the sort distance away, and fell to the earth beneath their heels as their companion that was met the brunt of Hafrbjǫrn strength struggled to keep a foot. Their blades at the ready, now three would stand at his wake. The hiss of their threats meant nothing to this giant. 

As he sought the attention of them all, death was naught something he'd easily abide to. He finally could grip his mighty Axe with the grip of his right hand. Its weight would dismantle a regular knight as soon as he laid hands upon it, but this weight was just perfect for Hafrbjǫrn. He could sense the temper of the steel, the aloofness of the grip, the details of the swing. A savant in weapons in armor, it was time to demonstrate that meager skill could not overpower unrelenting might! A scream from his part, two of the Serpent men retaliated by running back, while the one who was dealt the heaviest hand could not do much other than to force himself to guard. Without a shield the effort was useless, with an overhead slash, the blade bent under his might, and the serpent knee crumbled at the impending force that was unleashed upon him. Once more he was at the ground, pulling a smaller axe, Hafrbjǫrn immediately met the monster with another swing, he was persistent. Although clearly hurt, it still struggled to keep itself alive, another overhead of his larger axe, and this creature was sent to its maker. 

Immediately lifting its corpse, he prompt it in front of him, to met the pierce of the wayward arrow aim at his heart. A meat shield was as good as any steel on if the resources were available to him. The beast were everywhere, and their strength was to be admired. However, to this giant, that was but a stepping stone that he would need to overcome.