Walking along the base of a grass-covered mountain, the silver-haired spellblade found herself confronted by something a gargantuan creature slammed down into the ground, seeming to jump down from the mountain itself.
Edith drew her dragon-etched sword from its sheath, not flinching away as she looked towards the kicked-up dust.
"RAAAAORGH—!"
A thunderous battlecry roared out along with a stone-quaking beat as the giant figure beyond the smoke slammed its fists against its chest like a gorilla. It resembled a human, only multiple times the height of one with a broad, burly build and altered bone structure; its brow was enlarged, its fists large enough to grasp entire people in them, and the figure's shoulders were like boulders.
'A giant,' Edith observed.
As the proud spellblade held her sword up, she spoke to her chosen enemy, "Since you have chosen violence, I will slay you in the name of my Master: Jett Levine!"