The clearing had gone crimson - red coloured the surrounding grass and stones, and Dyana was bawling her eyes out. Jocelyn's mind still couldn't process the sight before her. A gigantic black hound, the size of a cave bear, was greedily crunching upon a torn hand; the ringmail, leather, and rusty iron were like straw under the hungry maw of the enormous barghest. The lowlife that had hovered over Dyana had a pair of arrows sticking out from his eyes and another from his groin. In front of her was the giant, looming over seven feet tall and clad in pitch-black plate.