Bab 436: Hunted, And Cornered

Little ones first, or the big guy? Well, that's an easy one to answer...no damn way I'm going to fight the big guy while avoiding his underlings, he thought. 

With that settled, he dashed between the giant's bony legs before its massive greatsword could crash down above him, pushing forward as dirt scattered all around him. 

The thin, meager undead were easy targets as he slammed his blade against them without much elegance; the singular impact was enough to shatter their form into a pile of bones. 

"---"

Another metallic screech howled from the empty bowels of the giant from behind him, causing him to roll forward to dodge whatever strike was crashing down from behind. 

The force from the overhead swing of the unrefined greatsword was enough to form a gust of wind that tugged on his silver cloak. 

"It's just you and me now, big guy," he muttered.