The flame duck's cry gave more than enough warning and the giant spun again, whipping his war maul low hoping to take her down instead of pushing her away. She bounded over her strike literally racing up the air to him, shock and surprise warred with themselves on his face as his limited understanding proved itself. Her step was rocky as she seemed to be off balance the whole time, jogged and jostled at all the wrong times, but the slice parted the last of his leather breastplate, drooping it away from the torn muscle and bone and exposed and seared lung, the sparks igniting his chest hair, beard and hair as she neatly cleaves his chin taking a fair bit of jaw with her. The warmaul falls to the ground as the arm loses all strength and the giant's gaze follows the eyes of the elemental as she does a backflip to line up with his spine.<br/><br/>A searing pain as he watches her descent till she is behind and beyond his sight, but he is far gone before she makes the ground a smoldering divot parting his crown, and lining up with the channel that follows his spine separating the ribs on his right from the backbone. The arms fall to the side slack, the bellow stops and for a long moment the giant stands a testament to his kind even in death not to fall on your schedule, then as though it was his decision and not gravity's, he slumps to his knees, then to his face falling so that his nose crunches into the grand goremaul to rest in death.<br/><br/>As Wild Heart dives beneath the cart, her own peril is made most clear as the trio cross in front of the wagon and begin beating the oxen and their shields with the flat of their blades to drive the cart not only over her, but to expose her as well. This will flush out to them or inward toward the cul-de-sac. There is not much room here for the cart to maneuver, and the oxen are scared and not guided.