The giant gave a furious roar that shook the very air, like a beast from a dark legend come to life. The sound was guttural, a primal declaration of bloodlust and dominance. His massive muscles tensed as he lifted the jagged bone axe high, and with a terrifying surge of speed that belied his hulking frame, he charged toward Liam.
The ground trembled beneath the giant's thunderous steps, each one pounding like a war drum in Liam's ears. Liam dug his heels into the dirt, blade raised, heart hammering so loudly it felt like it would burst from his chest. But at the last second, instinct screamed louder than fear—move.
He dove to the left just as the massive club swung down. The bone weapon struck the ground with a thud so violent it sent dust and shards of shattered stone flying into the air. Liam rolled across the dirt and came up on one knee, breathing hard, eyes locked on the giant as it roared again and turned toward him.
The damn thing was fast.
Too fast.
