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No - you will not move. You will stand by your men as they fight the giants, and you shall survive! You shall fell these mighty colossi and win this battle! Drawing your sword, you yell at your men to hold!
And then, at last, the giants collide, throwing men into the air with the kicks of their charge. With a single swing of their blade, dozens of men are cleft in twain, crushed and torn by a blade several times taller than they are. Your men attack with all they've got, swinging and jabbing at the giants, attempting through any cost to find a chink in their armor - but it does little. You watch as the Himmerians crush the men, crush them beneath their plated heels as though they were bugs. Yet against every instinct that tells you to flee as fast as possible, you remain.
When your cavalry charged at last, assailing the giants from their backs, you see the lances of your knights clink off their armors, before the Knights, these valiant noblemen of Portblanc, are send off their horses in pieces with ang strike of the sword. But still, you remain.
You hear the firing of hundreds of firelocks from the Arquebusiers turning about to fire at the threat in their rear. You hear the sounds of the pellets smacking useless against the giants, like a child with a sling facing a knight. But still, you remain.
You remain even as they Butcher their way through the halberds of the Bands Grisa. You remain as they break through their lines they has formed without a single casualty. As you lock eyes with a giant, three barbaric eyes staring ath you with a bloodthirsty glare - yes, even then, <span class="mu-s">You remain!</span>
At last, the time has arrived.
