"Stone giant!" Graldor is moving too, following Vosh, hands reaching in his pockets while the troll moves with astonishing speed. I race after him, Damaris beside me, knowing I'm far too late to reach the elf and halfling in time, that the giant-the guardian of this bridge, obviously-has already crushed them against the stones and killed them both.
I underestimate Vosh's dexterity and speed as he bounds the last twenty feet, landing with both legs spread over our fallen friends, his powerful body swelling while he roars again. But the stone giant looms over him, at least twice his size and I am now terrified for him more than I am for the elf and halfling.
Not to mention the state of the bridge. A selfish thought I can't suppress.
Fleur and Blossom are scrambling for safety, the pair on
