The giant figs head landed with a thunk and rolled for several moments before coming to a stop.
The soldier who decapitated the giant walked past the still standing suit of armor and picked up the helmet.
"This will fetch a fine price with a knight," the man said.
Someone tapped the soldier's shoulder. The man turned to see an armored glove filling his view. "I would rather like my helmet back, if you wouldn't mind." What Bulloth didn't say but was completely understood by the soldier was If you don't give me my helmet back, I'll crush your skull like an acorn under a hammer
The soldier promptly fainted, collapsing on the ground in a heap. Bulloth went down on his left knee and picked up his helmet. He brushed the dirt out of the groves and brushed off the horns. Then he fit it onto his neck, right where it belonged.
"Now, where was I? Oh yes, heading south," Bulloth once more set off in search of his long lost friend, Max.
After many days of traveling south, Bulltoh felt something tugging at the back of his mind, urging him to go west and further inland. Being a suspicious and careful man, Bulloth stopped and thought about whether or not he should continue going south.
His mind was made up for him when a peasant came crashing through the underbrush. The man was running at a full out sprint as if he were running away from something.
Bulloth grabbed the stranger as he ran by. "Hold a moment!" Bulloth barked in a harsh commanding tone. The peasant took one look at Bulloth and decided that he liked the large man more then what was chasing him.
"Please protect me sir!" the man in Bulloth's grasp begged.
"From what?" Bulloth asked.
As if on cue, twenty skeleton warriors burst from the woods and charged at Bulloth.
Bulloth threw the unfortunate peasant behind him and drew his hammer from its slot on his back. The skeletons were bearing down on him fast.
Three unfortunate skeletons with pikes reached Bulloth first and were subsequently shattered with a single swing of the war hammer. Five more skeletons tried to encircle Bulloth but met with the same fate as their comrades.
'Eight down, twelve left' Bulloth counted to himself.
Twelve skeletons all reached Bulloth at the same moment that Bulloth swung his hammer into the ground as hard as he could. The earth around Bulloth shattered, throwing boulders and debris everywhere. Their was no evidence of the skeletons except for the occasional skull rolling down from heaps of rubble. The entire fight had taken less then thirty seconds.
"Now, where were we?" Bulloth said over his shoulder, talking to the shivering peasant that was now more in awe of Bulloth then he'd been in a few moment's ago.
The now very fortunate peasant rose to his knee's and thanked whatever gods there were for sending this giant to help him. "Mighty and noble knight, I would ask that you help my village in this most troubling time."
"Troubling time?" Bulloth muttered under his breath. "I'm always willing to help those in need of help. From the look of things, I'd say your village will require my strength and skills," Bulloth stated with utter confidence in his abilities. " Take me to this village and I'll do what I can."
"Many thanks noble one! Many thanks!" with that, the peasant started to jog west, back through the forest with Bulloth quickly following.
Bulloth and his guide finally arrived at the top of a hill overlooking the village and its surrounding area.
"Well," Bulloth said "this could be better.
Off to the north of the town, an army of skeletons and some trolls had made camp. By Bulloth's hasty count, there were at least ten-thousand skeletons in the camp.
"I think we need a plan," the giant knight stated as he walked down the slope towards the village.