The little giantess--slender and barely seven feet tall, slung her new greatsword--a humble slab of heavy enough to serve a hill giant--across her back.  Cinching the strap into place between her generous, scantily chain clad breasts, she growled, letting her too long pent up emotions rise into her.  A soft growl escaped.  She pulled the fur bandoleer and satchel over her oposite shoulder.<br/><br/>Rage building, she glared hard at the frost giant and growled.<br/><br/><em>My rage is my armor.</em><br/><br/>She hissed, and power pulsed around her.