After enough daring sword-hacking and arrows and dodges, the giant falls, taking down a sapling on his way, and doesn’t get back up. The red already staining its fur spreads seeps into the snow. Alistair sheaths his sword.
He’s spent his entire adult life killing things that sort of look like people and things that sort of act like people, and now and then actual people, if they really insisted. And the giants here are being very insistent. This one started it, even, and Alistair isn’t convinced it didn’t crack some of his ribs.
So when he asks, while he returns his shield to his back, “Do you think he had kids?” it isn’t exactly mournful. More conversational.
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After enough daring sword-hacking and arrows and dodges, the giant falls, taking down a sapling on his way, and doesn’t get back up. The red already staining its fur spreads seeps into the snow. Alistair sheaths his sword.
He’s spent his entire adult life killing things that sort of look like people and things that sort of act like people, and now and then actual people, if they really insisted. And the giants here are being very insistent. This one started it, even, and Alistair isn’t convinced it didn’t crack some of his ribs.
So when he asks, while he returns his shield to his back, “Do you think he had kids?” it isn’t exactly mournful. More conversational.
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