When the blow was struck, Sbatarra could feel that heavy falchion slice through both flesh and bone as though they were both immaterial, like a hot knife through butter. Somewhere, the giant's spine was severed, and in that one instant, he dropped dead, a sack of flesh that would be a feast for the numerous ravens, crows, and other scavengers. The giant's blood, in that vicious blow, had partly covered Sbatarra's fingers in it, the warm redness dripping from her knuckles.<br/><br/>Looking with horror at what had just happened, the other giant's expression soon became one of fury. He roared like a wild beast, charging at the drow responsible for the death of his friend. Though giants would call it a large club, mostly everyone else would call his weapon a tree. With a mighty "WAAAAAAGH!!!" he swing with all his strength, the attack obviously aiming more for power than accuracy. That huge log smashed into Sbatarra's side, flingin her like a rag doll into the dirt. He made another roar, sounding so stupidly fierce that one could not help but wonder if he was intelligent at all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>