As I took the first step towards the giant, the crowd erupted. Apparently, everyone, there was rooting for me. I heard me yelling my name a couple of times; even the little girl gave me a pleased look. She was the only silent person in the arena, not for lack of trying. Once in a while, she would open her mouth to speak, and seeing the action futile, she'd close it angrily. The giant bellowed and picked up speed. One would expect such a vast entity to lumber, but the giant was fast. Then, in about three more of his ground-devouring steps, he would be on top of me, and there would be no need to use his toy sword. So I ran forward, yelling at the top of my lungs. I had a plan, but it required me not to get squashed like an ant.
In two steps, the giant swung with his sword. This was my cha
