The shopping village came into the hunter's eyes, and a number of draugr mindlessly wandering had him reach for the gun stuck carelessly on his hip. Then, just as he was about to pull it out of its place, Mesmund spotted the giant, and slowly pulled his hand off the weapon. No need to startle the big guy just to handle the little ones. That's just more trouble. The hunter held his position, watching the demons stride... and an eagle came. Its shriek directed the draugr, leading the lesser demons away from the area. What a sight, it was just what he needed for his day. He would've appreciated more if the demon dragged the giant one away too, but perhaps that was just asking for too much. Mesmund shrugged and observed the slumbering terror in front of him. There was ice around the area, on trees, buildings, the floor, everywhere. Since the zombie demons didn't use any ice powers, Mesmund guessed that the giant must have done the work. Or something else that paid a visit, if it wasn't the slumbering demon.
"Might as well find out."
He told himself, and carefully trotted up to the giant. He pulled out his gun and poked its head with it, surely and strongly.
"Wake up buddy, it's past dawn and you have some cleaning to do."
He grumbled at the monstrosity.