"Thank you, lad," Arngeirr said, taking the sash from his friend.  His attention was piqued when the monk said he might be able to try it on himself; it had been exactly what he'd wanted to hear.  But was that the point?  Was it a trick or-<br/><br/><i>Stop that</i>he admonished himself in his head,<i>You're being downright silly.  Set it aside for now.</i>Following his own advice, the giant folded the sash neatly and laid it next to the box.  "Now then," he said, "If you are in good condition, would you be willing to try the second one?"<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/><i>Hornets.  Across the walls, the floor, the ceiling.  All off them sitting still, their multifaceted eyes seemingly locked on the armored knight.  The only motion came from their wings, the sound of their constant buzzing becoming louder and louder as the vile insects stared at the man.  It built into a terrible crescendo, the clicking of chittering legs and clacking mandibles joining with the hellish choir of wing-beats.<br/>
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The swarm stirred.  They moved, erupting from the stone and surging forwards in a single terrible mass.  The giant hornets whirled around the knight in maelstrom of wings and glittering carapaces.  Around and around they circled, seething in and out like the tide of terrible ocean.  Tiny bodies crashed into the knight, rebounding back into the air to join the horde or cracking open against his plate, splattering his chest and limbs with their foul entrails.  There seemed to be no purpose to the swarm, simply swirling chaos.</i>