Would this same limitation extend to the Storm Titan? I wasn’t certain, but I was willing to bet on it.
Gritting my teeth against the pain tearing up my side, I ducked under the Storm Titan’s next swing and followed it up with an uppercut that snapped the titan’s head back.
“I know that hurt!” I roared. “And that was just a love tap compared to what else I have in store for you!”
I smashed a left cross into his face, then kneed him in his gut. When he doubled over, I gave him a roundhouse kick in the side of the head that sent him reeling backward. Each blow I struck had enough force to demolish half a castle; wielding this kind of power was dangerously addictive.
The Warlock, however, was by no means beaten. With a clap of thunder from his lightning mouth, he hurled two bolts of lightning. They hurtled toward me and struck me directly in the chest. I felt the pain even through my enchanted full plate armor, and the wind was knocked out of me. Inside the Death Titan’s head, I staggered backward as a terrible burning sensation tore through my chest. My Death Titan mimicked the movement, and I had to concentrate to avoid stomping on my own troops beneath its giant feet.
Down on the ground, the momentum of my army’s charge had been slowed. They were being surrounded by the Warlock’s far greater numbers.
It was time to unleash the secret weapon.
“Rollar,” I gasped, “it’s time!”
My words came out of the Death Titan’s mouth and resounded like thunder across the battlefield. Rollar knew exactly what to do. Leading a large division of zombies and skeletal infantry, he wheeled his direbear around.
“Retreat!” he roared. “There’s too many of them, the battle’s lost. Everyone, retreat!”
He fought his way out of the pocket of Yengish troops who had surrounded him and led the retreat. My other soldiers raced after him, hotly pursued by the Warlock’s men, who believed they now had victory in their grasp. Rollar led my forces straight to the large pond of murky water and plunged in.
The water was chest high close to the edge, but in the center it was a good thirty feet deep, just deep enough to conceal what Rami-Xayon and I had transported from the ocean in the dead of the night, picking it up and carrying it via a gigantic tornado we’d conjured. As my troops poured into the water, I gave the beast that was waiting in the brown water the command … and the kraken rose.
The pursuing Yengish soldiers skidded to a halt, with hundreds falling into the water. They stared in disbelief and terror at the gigantic beast as it rose from the water. The kraken’s numerous huge tentacles writhed menacingly, its wagon-wheel eyes glowing with fury. Then, with an earsplitting scream from its beak, the kraken attacked.
It surged out of the pond, propelled by its tentacles to a terrifying speed. It snatched up screaming Yengish soldiers and tossed them hundreds of feet up into the air, or crushed, and popped them like overripe little berries in its tentacles. The tide of the battle was turned, and Rollar turned his fake retreat around and charged the panicking enemy troops with a triumphant cry.
The Storm Titan looked on as the kraken and my forces decimated his army, but he had not given up his fight just yet. He blasted a couple more streaks of lighting at me in quick succession, then broke into a charge and dived at me with his crackling fists.
I dodged the lightning bolts and jumped up with a spinning reverse tornado kick that smashed the diving Storm Titan in the head and sent him flying off to the side. He hit the ground with a crash, the earth beneath him tearing asunder, its very foundations trembling.
I roared with victory and pounced on him. As he writhed, I pinned him down, smashing punch after punch into his head. The memory of the decimated village entered my mind as I pounded his skull into mush with my Death Titan’s Plague Fists. Each blow struck the Storm Titan’s head with the force of a hundred trebuchets’ boulders, and soon his skull looked more like a pile of black, lightning-streaked scrambled eggs than a head.
Light still glowed in his eyes, albeit dimly. Somehow, the Storm Giant and the Warlock within still clung to a faint spark of life.
“Any last words, asshole?” I said.
“God of … Nothing,” the Storm Titan croaked, his voice now more of a pathetic wheeze than rolling thunder. “Do it. Finish me.”
“With pleasure.”
I stood up, picked up the Storm Giant, and held him aloft above my head. He let out a final groan as I brought his body down onto my bent knee, breaking his back. I roared my triumph and tossed the broken titan’s body aside. The earth trembled as the mighty weight connected with the ground.
I watched as the clouds and lightning faded away and shriveled, leaving behind only the broken, bloodied corpse of the old Warlock within a huge crater.
It didn’t take much longer for my forces to win the battle. I strode through the fleeing enemy army, each stomp of my huge feet crushing dozens of men at once. I scooped up others with my huge hands and flung them like handfuls of screaming ants over the cliffs at the edge of the
