>>5317503“RAAAAAARGH!”
You are mightier than she, better-trained in the martial arts, better-armed, better armoured.
“AAAAAGH!”
And yet you are UTTERLY outmatched. You stab and slash at him once, twice. You land one blow, miss the other. You’re not sure which was which and, while you see him dripping with crimson, the madman doesn’t slow for even a second. Even thus injured, every swing of the monster-man’s maul comes swifter than you could ever imagine such a hunk of metal moving. The head of the massive warhammer is like a small boulder but it swings with speeds you struggle to match with your sword. There is no additional opening—NONE—that you can exploit. Your charge results only in an immediate, frantic retreat.
Staring at that horned helm, that monstrous and hirsute figure, your ears ringing with this mammal-male’s war-cries, you think you truly understand for the first time what it must be like for the smaller and lesser beings you have encountered to face YOU…
>BOOMAnd that’s BEFORE the maul catches you in the chest, buckling in your breastplate and crushing your ribs. You vomit blood and fallback, stumbling over the very damsel-in-distress you had come to rescue and landing upon your back.
“N-no… Not like this!” you force the words out through imploding lungs, glaring up at him and readying a burst of firebreath. “I’ll burn you to cinders you damned APE!”
…But you are winded, wounded. You try to regurgitate dragonfire, but yoru firelung is spasming as well, and you can only cough up smoke. You can’t strike yourself, not faster than he can raise his maul—as he is now—and bring it down on your head—as he is about to. The human titan laughs once, a sound of rage and joy as one, and says something you don’t understand LITERALLY, but somehow feel as if you understand EMOTIONALLY.
He’s congratulating you on a good death.
