John had rarely felt true terror. Once when he was eight and watched as his father was eaten alive by spiders, and most recently when an arrow had nicked his ear during training. Now, as the giant lumbered towards him, he trembled. Ever so sightly and just for a moment, he shook. He watched as the ground burned in front of the giant. He saw Ian had shadow traveled and had a god idea of what he was planning. He waited until the burning ground was right in front of him and then he rolled out of the way, praying that Ian would show up in time to deal with the monster.