The giants were pleased with how it all went.

But they had to mourn their sacrifice.

He had been chosen for that very thing. Even if he hadn't known it.

The giants and their people, a group of normal sized human beings of shaved heads and tribal tattoos and the occult, slipped towards the pool as the dawn rose and blood was being shed by the two armies in the distance.

The small regiment was made up of three giants of various size, between 8 and 10 feet tall, and their hardened warriors, all wearing their painted colors and occultist robes.

They were surprised at the destruction at the Pool of Gibeon, and how many dead were left from the Swordfall.

Their fallen was floating there in middle of it all. A spear had been entered to his skull.

All knew whose spear it was, and it filled them with fear and anger.

The largest giant dragged the huge body out of the pool and the destroyed cave and staircase.

The group sang a hymn of death for the fallen.

The two giants then carried their brother away into the darkness, as their humans followed.

The burial would consist of the giant being chopped into pieces, and parts being sent to his family and relatives.

Other portions would be dried out and made into art or a statue.

But they weren't there yet. They weren't even out of the woods.

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But one giant remained.

Strong and still a giant, but the most human like of them all. Long black hair and a huge sword that he could never truly lift.

His coat looked like a flag in the wind.

Lahmi watched the procession leave, and closed his eyes.

He thought about his first battle decades before. And he thought about his brother.

The poor farmers had been working under the sun.

Cutting the special wheat grown in this farthest and most distant point of land in the kingdom. Truly an outpost.

A small river had a dam at the end of it. A small windmill slowly spun.

The city was built high instead of wide, as all homes were built into the walls that looked out. The desert and the mountains met here.

Nobody wanted to be out here. Especially with the River Giants.

The sound of running filled the air. Thumps and distortions become louder and louder. The wind and the earth shifted as large patterns and figures sprinted towards the farmers and the outpost.

One farmer looked up, knowing it was too late.

"The giants...they...are...here."

Farmers ran to the outpost as a crude siren rang.

Men scheduled to protect their land that day ran forward with swords and shields.

The leader of the giants was in the front. A distorted body that looked of marble and dirt and clay.

His strength and brutality was apparent just in his sprint towards the poor farmers. He screamed and swung his sword in a circular motion.

This giant of giants then leaped into the air, blocking out the sun. When he landed, he crushed some of the poor farmers under his feet.

Lahmi smiled thinking about it. Then frowned, mad with anger.

"Every single one," he said out loud. "We will kill and enslave every single one of them."

Lahmi then followed his giants and warriors.