120 Fuck you Gerulf!

On hearing the high-pitched cry of distress Gerulf, who was huffing and puffing and whose limbs were becoming increasingly numb, suddenly exploded with all his might, hammering with his fist the head of one of the guards, helmet included, deep into his chest like one would drive a nail into a wall.

A second transverse swing of his enormous sword swept the enemies around him several dozen metres away, their sandals leaving a trail of sparks and dust on the ground as they slid across it, well hidden behind their shields.

However, when the guards hit by the giant's sword lost their inertia and stopped retreating away from the pair, most of them couldn't help spitting blood when they knelt on the ground to recover from their dizziness, unless they had completely shattered bones. The power that Gerulf had just demonstrated was inconceivable to them after all the poison he was supposed to have ingested.