"Eld! Naden!"
Gal shouted frantically, yanking the greatsword from his back to rescue his buddies.
Just then:
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Around these giant claws, two more sand giants burst out of the ground.
"Get out of here! Gal!"
"Don't worry about us!"
Eld and Naden looked like they'd seen their own graves.
They knew it took all three of them just to barely handle one salt giant—if their teammate charged in now, it would be a suicide mission.
Gal knew the score too, but to abandon his teammates and run like a yellow-bellied coward...
The giant salt claws squeezed hard, and bone-chilling cracking sounds filled the air.
Eld and Naden let out bloodcurdling screams.
"Eld! Naden!"
Gal threw caution to the wind and swung his greatsword toward those sand claws.
"Bang!"
Two sand giants flanked him from both sides, boxing him in.
Massive fists came down like hammers.
Gal was sent flying like a rag doll, hitting the ground hard—nobody knew if he was dead or alive.
