The giant watched its tree trunk pound into the mud. There was still silver and gold glitter all over it. He slammed it down three more times in rapid succession, as if trying to get the color off. Finally he dropped the tree trunk, staring at his open palms. He looked at them as they splashed with gold and silver rain, then over at a voice that was squealing in high-pitched tones at him. It was some gold and silver ant, waving. The giant saw the stranded whale as well, and stood staring for an utterly blank moment.
Finally, from Ashtari's vantage point, the giant appeared to be looking back at her again. Slowly, as if with a bad back, it leaned and picked up its sparkling wet tree trunk, and began slowly trudging in Ashtari's direction. There was a dark glower to his expression. She could feel every footfall shake the ground beneath her.
Dalamar just in case (depending on what happens over the next several posts), in your posts, post no more than a full round's worth of actions in them, starting now.
Whale 100 feet to the left; Giant 70 feet to the right, approaching.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.