In the moment she thrust the spear, a vine curled around his foot and between his anger, inebriation, and her fear, the spear found purchase in his open roaring mouth.

It buried deep in the soft wet flesh inside him digging into his very human skull.

There was a look of confusion on his face as the muscles went slack and the anger drained from his eyes.

Blood ran down the shaft of the spear towards her fingers.

A fresh tear slid between the craggy cracks in his face before the eyes clouded over.

And his massive body swayed for a moment, before his knees buckled and all five hundred pounds of stone and muscle fell forward.