Grandpa Thinker pulled out his sword and stepped towards the groaning elderly man. He was still alive, but for how long, the spirit of Yule didn't know. There was blood on his gag, and Grandpa Thinker worried that there might be internal damage.
He narrowed his eyes. The giant was done for!
"Come out, coward! The bad list is too good for you!" Grandpa Thinker yelled.
He heard more thuds and laughter from the ceiling, but fortunately, no humans were crushed this time.
Grandpa Thinker ran to the older man who was being stepped on and slashed at the air above him. His sword stuck into something hard, and he heard a pained groan.
Grandpa Thinker dug the sword deeper into the flesh with a heave, determined to cut off the giant's foot.
For what else could it be?
His sword was yanked from his grip, and he was kicked towards the waterfall.
