As the dwarves fled from the towering presence of the stone colossus, Gerard stood his ground, his heart pounding with fear and determination. The colossal figure, now fully awakened, turned its gaze upon him, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The ground trembled beneath its massive stone feet, and its towering form cast a daunting shadow over Gerard.
*It's just a pile of stone. So long as I smash it to pieces and avoid that mountain of weight, I'll survive.*
With each colossus's step, the surrounding air grew heavier with ancient power. Its stone hands resembled mountains themselves. The colossus reached out towards him with deliberate slowness, as if toying with its minuscule adversary. The ground shook as the colossus closed in, its intent clear - to crush Gerard beneath its enormous weight.
Gerard clutched his mace tightly, his knuckles turning white.
*Brute force alone won't cut it. Not with this enemy.*