Before the giant could continue his mocking words, a series of sharp, crystalline cracking sounds erupted, followed by a wave of explosions. Four more giants were sent flying, their shields shattered into sparkling dust and their chests caved in by the explosion force.
"What were you just saying right now?!" John tilted his head, looking at the giant whose words had frozen in the middle of his throat. John's eyes were cold, with a glowing fierceness. "Sorry, but I have a thing... I can't hear the words of losers!"
Seeing what John had just accomplished reinvigorated a surge of hope in his friends. The three returned to fiercely and madly attacking the shielded giants, emboldened by John's success and desperate to repeat it. Luke swung his club with a roar, and Cissel's daggers became a silver blur, but no matter how hard they tried, they failed.
