The club sunk into the living's face, blasting teeth and cheek apart, bringing an end to the giant's roar of intimidation with a gurgling noise as blood and destroying pieces of his own face ended up stuck in his throat.
Struck hard, but still tough, the giant instinctively threw himself backward, breaking through the top of the door frame accidentally, and slamming into the wall behind with his back, stumbling into a sitting position whilst foolishly trying to put his face back together, only drenching both hands in warm blood.
"Keep your positions" spoke the skeleton, his now bloody stone club at the ready for another strike.
