Despite the fact he couldn’t see us, I knew he could feel us, a point that was driven home as a giant hand slammed into my side; my body flying through the air. With a loud thump I hit the ground, the air driving out of my lungs with surprising force. Growling, I stared up at him. His dead eyes were now coated in black, gouged out and oozing. His blood spattered the ground; hissing as it burned holes in the Earth. I dodged the blood for the most part, not wanting to become a cooked wolf; as I got to my feet hurriedly and darted in between his legs. An idea occurred to me to bring this disgusting giant to his knees and I snarled in delight. Circling so that I was behind his legs, I focused on his ankles, his achilles heel, and began to rip into the flesh there. A howl of pain erupted from a
