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Your pupils dilate from their usual slits as you take in more information about your foe. His thick skin and even thicker fat will make it difficult to cut into his vulnerable points for the most part, so you need to find a way to give yourself the time to do so. You assume a narrower stance, muscles tensing as you get ready to pounce on your approaching enemy. Each lumbering step he takes indents the ground heavily from his sheer weight, and you wait for the opportune moment to strike...
There! You lunge forward right when he swipes a massive backhand towards you, ducking under the clumsy blow and raking your sharp clawlike nails across the backside of his arm as you reposition to his rear. He roars in pain and tries to turn around, but you swing your other hand around rend across his heel while it's tensed. Robbed of the ability to stand on it, he starts to collapse onto that side...but he manages to catch himself on his lightly wounded arm.
With a grunt of exertion, and knowing roughly where you are, he redirects his fall so that his rather massive and hardly avoidable back would slam on to you. Unfortunately for you, he succeeds in the effort and crushes you under his bulk with an incredible amount of force, embedding you into the soft ground below for a moment and definitely cracking several of your ribs in the process.
Unlike many humans in this situation, you're not necessarily stunned by this. Your eyes narrow back into tight focused slits from the pain, and with gutteral yowl like a cornered animal, you dig your natural weapons into the flesh of the giant atop you as best you can, ripping and tearing wherever you can. He cries out in pain, and is quick to roll over to get it to stop, freeing you from the temporary prison and letting you breathe.
Your thoughts are a little duller now after being smashed, but your instincts drive you well. With the brute now on the floor, you follow up to pounce on him, sinking your teeth and claws into his now-exposed throat to deal a fatal blow. He screams and shouts in pain, and with his one good hand he manages to smack you a good ten feet away in a rather painful blow for you...but his struggles soon die down, until eventually ceasing entirely due to a combination of blood loss and his throat being torn open.
You're panting, you're covered in the monster's strangely blue blood, and you're victorious. You take a moment to wipe the majority of the blood off your mouth with the back of your hand before moving over to the stick that still holds the small woman captive. You cut the twine holding her in place, and help unwind it from her. Once she's free, her translucent wings flutter a few times, and she flies around in a twirling motion that clearly expresses her joy at being saved.
