The giant was sorely disappointed when he saw that the pun elf had not died yet. He gave a snarl, but was interrupted by a powerful blast of eldritch energy hitting him in the face. His next unpleasant surprise came in the form of his wooden club suddenl being reduced to splinters. His skin was tough, tough enough to not be pierced by the shards of wood, but his astonishment was again replaced by rage.<br/><br/>Reaching into his leather bag, he drew from it a large rock that was nearly as big as Sbatarra herself. Giving a wind up, he pitched it at her as hard as he could, the stone projectile nailing her right in the stomach. Again she was knocked away, but this time further, now leaving her on the ground just over thirty feet away.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>