The lumbering monstrosity charged at him on all fours, it's misshapen face twisted in rage. It was eerie to watch how its limbs worked, the strength it took to launch its sheer bulk almost mesmerizing. Yet the most unnerving aspect of the beast was its eyes. They had the look of pits that were in the midst of consuming his soul. He briefly felt utterly weak under that gaze, as if he should just fall to his knees and accept his fate. This was a being from another realm, even more alien to him than ancient Calliope and all of her cosmic power. 

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As the vines crumbled to nothing, Calliope turned to see the massive firbolg bearing down on Beren, and she smiled. Her powers were limited against the guardian of the gate, and were nonexistent when it came to Beren. However, once Beren was gone, so too, would her petty thralldom be ended. She watched the younger man stand as still as she had been in her petrified state, completely open to being crushed. Even if the powers that be incentivized her to not destroy the guardian of the gate, she could still do so easily once Beren was out of the picture...
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Beren willed the clogging fear to leave him, and as the firbolg lurched at him like a bull out of nightmare, Beren sprang upwards, using his staff to help vault his form with his impressive strength. The beast screeched when its prey disappeared before its eyes. It barely felt the booted feet landing atop its back a moment later, but the two feet of iron that sank into its back was all too real. It tried to stop its charge, convulsing from the pain as Beren held the hilt for dear life, his feet planted and his chopping sword buried in the mass of furred flesh. 

"An beithíoch thruaillithe bás!" Beren cried out in old Albani, before shoving off the thing's back before it rolled over and crushed him. He landed on the uneven terrain in a roll, and from Calliope's point of view, it mirrored the firbolg's unceremonious roll. They were both closing on the edge of the peak. However, Beren recovered first, the dust billowing from beneath his feet. Like a wolf on the hunt, he didn't waste time collecting himself. His head immediately snapped to the behemoth, the malformed thing finally halting its precarious tumble. It dug its too-human clawed hands into the stone, trying to find purchase. It had no idea the insane Sanguken monk was now the one charging its position, and it swung its hairy, worm-like head in time for Beren to hit it with all of his muscled weight. It roared in defiance, trying to redirect its limbs to swipe at Beren. It likely could have stopped batted him away if it was not off balance, but with a roar that rivaled the firbolg's cry, Beren shoved the firbolg further off its precarious position. 

The beast was off balance, and its position gave it an untenable balance, but it was still an impressive feat of strength on Beren's part. The bravery, skill, and power he displayed was something only someone highly trained and heroic could ever hope to achieve. Not to mention utterly audacious! 

What's more, it worked. The firbolg did not even cry out. It fell like a tree getting axed, and slowly, it fell onto the lower slope to tumble straight off the sheer drop. Beren watched as the firbolg fell to its demise, and luckily his back was turned. He couldn't notice Calliope's jaw dropping.