Battle in Markhar City (2)
It was a giant with a fur armor, an immense wooden club, and its skin was blueish, as if it was frozen.
Arthur did not know if it was a giant from the same race as Wrutzus, the blacksmith who was with the rest of the students at that point.
"Louis, have you ever seen something like that before?" Arthur said.?
"Never, and it seems it is a powerful enemy. What will we do?"
The level above the giant's head was high, and Arthur did not think Louis could be of any help in that fight.
"Stay with the rest of the army and deal with the horde. I will fight against this thing."
"Good luck." Louis said.
He was not willing to let Arthur fight alone, but Louis could not picture his army fighting without their general to give them the mental support needed to win that fight.
As for Arthur, he was gazing at the giant, who was coming on his way with blood lust eyes. It did not look like one giant from the Wrutzus race, or someone had altered something on that giant.