The giant grasped its head for a moment only managing to freeze its hand to its face before falling backwards dead.  Numerous small ice sickles dangling from its beard.   The giants slowly backed away from him as they spotted Flintstriker's predicament.  The few remaining ones seeming to hesitate unsure of what to make of the situation or how to proceed.  "We will not allow you to take our king from us, dragon you only have so much magic to spend, and reinforcements will be coming..." the largest of the warriors says glaring at you as he speaks.