“I told you,” The old man said as the giant lumbered towards him. The knights formed ranks and raised their spears. Their elder, who was not wielding a weapon, tried to goad them into a charge. But nobody wanted to go first.
The towering monster stood sixty feet tall, with a rocky, lumpy body. Instead of a face, it had a single glowing rune. The giant stopped about ten of its paces in front of the cadre of knights. Its posture was not so much ferocious as annoyed.
“Hey,” it grumbled. “Which of you jerks keeps busting up my windmills?”

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