"A mid-sleep snack? Sounds like something you'd have a bit of a digestion problem with."
Mesmund said. He still held his gun, pointed at the towering ice giant in front of him. Now that the giant was awake, it was evident that there was no turning back from a big fight. Ever since the time he met Vinclum, big fights were never Mesmund's preferences. It hurt a lot mostly, and he couldn't go around slaughtering little ones. Big ones were challenging, yes, but destroying a number of lesser demons and slaying one big guy were different types of things.
But hey, it was worth a shot. Things were getting a bit heated ever since the Draugr anyways.
"I'd rather get myself some icy dessert. Say... that crown of icicles sitting on your head?"
He said. The five barrels pointed at the giant's face, and fired without hesitation.
The game was on.