Breathing heavily, every single part of Harry’s body ached. He sat up slowly, only to realise that he’d dislocated a couple fingers on his left hand. Fuck. He couldn’t do anything about it though because the remaining giant had followed closely behind, ready to crush him. Harry leapt up to his feet, adrenaline overriding all pain and venom in his system and he brought up his sword in time to block the swing aimed at him. The Serpent Slayer clashed with the giant’s club, the blade actually cutting halfway through the wood. The impact shook Harry to his very core, and his dislocated finger protested against the pressure, but he snarled viciously and actually pushed the giant back. The behemoth wasn’t expecting it and it stumbled backwards a few steps, then it bellowed angrily.