Gaovulte picked himself up off the ground, brushing himself off. He cursed under his breath. That giant had taken him by surprise.
No matter. Nothing was a match for his demon. Gaovulte had poured a lot of energy and concentration into summoning that beast, more than he could usually justify expending. He wasn't about to let some giant from the north ruin it now.
He turned around, and fourteen seconds later had decapitated two zombies and killed three of Justin's knights.
