"Stay put!" John's ice-cold voice landed, marking the end of his fight against the leader of the giants and his henchmen.
Minutes ago, the leader and the other three guards roared in unison, a sound like a mountain collapsing, as they tried to crush John under the weight of their sheer fierceness and mightiness.
Yet the result was starkly opposite to their lofty imaginations and arrogant intentions. They were the ones hitting the muddy ground on their knees; they were the ones tattered with many wounds and gruesome-looking gaps in their stone-like flesh, while John stood perfectly fine in front of them, his breathing steady and his gaze sharp like daggers.
