Arngeirr hears the strange newcomers threat and quickly gather's Mary in his huge arms.  He holds her close to protect her, putting his huge body between her and the rapscallion who would dare challenge Mighty Arngeirr, who is huge, and threaten the poor girl.<br/><br/>"How dare you, sir!  You should be ashamed to use such language in front of a lady, especially a fair maiden such as Mary!  You are most certainly not a gentleman, and your sense of right and wrong is as puny as your build!  Begone, little evildoer!  I am a huge, gentlemanly warrior of justice, and if you wish to harm this sweet and innocent girl, you shall have to go through Arngeirr first!"<br/><br/>Arngeirr, still hugging Mary tight, flexes all his major muscles at once, his arms and legs bulging with huge, gentlemanly power.  His chest ripples, the dying sun casting a fiery halo around his bald head.  Mary is held safe, his many huge muscles like an impenetrable bulwark, hard and unyielding to the enemy but soft and caring to the young girl, for it was his sworn duty to protect her.<br/><br/>"And there is a great deal of me to go through, stranger, for I am Arngeirr,<i>and I am HUGE!</i>"