The Primordial Record novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Berserker (3)

Rowan struggled to his feet, picking himself out of the wreckage, the damage he sustained rapidly healing. He felt the surrounding air pressure increasing, and he was covered in shadows, his sight detected a massive rock the size of a car hurtling down towards him.

He could barely raise his hands to shield his head before he was smashed into the ground.

Rowan's arms went numb as the rock shattered itself against his body, and his body was mangled into pieces, but his shell contained all the pieces of his body and he rapidly healed, his only concern was his head, if it was crushed, then he was done for.

Thinking how lucky he was for the shock absorbing properties of his shell, he knew the only reason he was in this fight was because of the protection it's offered.

Pushing himself out of the broken rocks, he rapidly picked himself into a crouch and when the next rock came, he vaulted forward, dodging the projectile.

"Where the hell, is it getting rocks?" Rowan screamed in exasperation, before his sight showed him piles of large rocks just below the ground, they were at least twenty feet down, but the giant made it look deceptively easy for it could easily reach below and collect the impromptu missiles.

He focused deeply on the movement of the giant. He would need to anticipate the next moves, or he was going to be played like a fiddle, or the next lucky strike would end him.

Aware that time was of the essence, he pushed his concentration into overdrive. Presently, Rowan did not feel fear. Instead, what he felt was a heightened sense of things.

His sight detected Maeve picking herself from the small crater her body made, she did not appear to be seriously injured, Rowan bared his teeth and pushed his focus to overdrive as he raced to get close to the giant, so he could deliver a killing blow.

These creatures possess cunning, or at least in this Giant form, they now fought with a sense of purpose.

The giant was wary of Rowan getting close, it must have seen the manner Rowan had dispatched the first two, and now it kept its distance and hurled heavy rocks at him.

When Rowan got too close, it began to smash the ground with two heavy misshapen limbs, vibrating the grounds so much Rowan's insides became scrambled. From the destroyed ground, it picked pieces of rocks and threw it at the disoriented Rowan, who was barely dodging. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Knowing he had to break this stalemate, his mind ran through different methods. Currently, Rowan knew he had no feasible method to get closer to the giant.

He regretted not having a range attack weapon like a bow. He could not risk throwing his swords at a very wary giant. If he missed the chance to take down this giant, it would fall to near zero.

Rowan heard a shrill whistle, and a hammer flew out from behind him. Maeve!

Clearly, she had been analyzing the battle and took the optimal decision.

The heavy hammer impacted on the head of the giant, flinging a large gout of yellow blood into the air, it roared in anger. Nevertheless, the Giant was bent backward from the blow, but its two legs on the ground were like two infernal towers attached to the grounds.

For something so large, it was remarkable how limber it was. Rowan knew the strength and tenacity of these creatures could not be judged with common sense. For it devoured two other giants, and this creature must have Rift state capabilities.

A second flying hammer slammed into the disjointed left knee of the Giant. Maeve flew out from the mist, her appearance that she meticulously kept in perfect order was in disarray.

Her hair was loose and floating in the winds, her eyes shone with the brightness of rage. Her uniform was torn and Rowan could swear she had gotten bigger. Unlike the giant, her growth was symmetrical and perfect. She still managed to appear elegant even at eight feet tall!