Expansion Of ArthurÕs Battle With The Giant
Arthur turned his head in the direction the womanÕs gaze and there before
him stood the giant that he had heard so much about during the past few
days. It stood almost 20 feet off the ground and carried a club bigger than
Arthur himself. The stench of rotting human corpses emanated from its
disgusting body and insects of every sort imaginable crawled freely through
its hair and under its skin. Arthur stood motionless, stunned for a moment
by the unbelievable hideousness of the creature.
"How could a God who created the beauty of things such as the forests and
mountains also be responsible for creating such filth?" thought Arthur. He
then put his hand on his sword and grasped it tightly. Was this giant more
than he could handle? Would his pride and honor lead him to his death? If
Merlin was right, and God was not on his side, how could he expect to win
this fight? ArthurÕs stomach began to churn as all these thoughts flew
through his mind and he clenched Excalibur even tighter. The giant was
carrying the bodies of twelve peasants on its back. The sight of the dead
men and women the giant had so mercilessly killed enraged Arthur. This beast
would pay dearly for its crimes if he had anything to do with it.
"May great God in heaven, who rules the world, give you a short life and
shameful death! Surely you are the most foul fiend that was ever formed!
Guard yourself, you dog, and prepare to die, for this day my hands will kill
you!" exclaimed Arthur.
The giant answered Arthur by raising its massive club and swinging it at
him. Arthur could feel a gust of wind blow against him as the tree-sized
club whipped through the air towards him. He raised his shield with his head
covered in an attempt to block the giants blow. This was the worst part of
fighting for Arthur, not being able to see what was happening, he would have
to leave his fate up to God.
The blow came quickly, completely jolting and stunning Arthur and shattering
his shield into sawdust, but at least he was still alive. If God was to
forsake him, today was not the day He did so. ArthurÕs strength and
confidence grew after he survived the first blow for he believed God would
protect him tonight. As the giant bent down to grab him, Arthur unsheathed
Excalibur and sliced open the giantÕs forehead. Pools of blood drenched its
head preventing it from being able to see. The giant, who had never
experienced any serious opposition before, started to panic. In wild frenzy
it grabbed at the ground and managed to scoop up Arthur in its hands
attempting to crush him, but in its state of panic, the giant was no match
for Arthur who quickly broke free of its grasp.
"Peace to you my lord!" the giant screamed. "Who are you that fights so
skillfully with me? Only Arthur, the most noble of all kings, could defeat
me in combat!"
"I am that Arthur of whom you speak," replied Arthur. Not having any pity
for the disgusting giant, Arthur ignored the giants plea and began to hack
the wounded monster to pieces as it itself had done to so many of the
peasants. The giant could only scream in agony as it was mutilated for it
could not see and therefore could not defend itself. After the giant had
been killed, Arthur instructed Sir Kay to chop off its head.
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