The valiant soldiers hacked and slashed at the giant fanged, drawing blood or whatever it was that filled its veins, but also falling one by one under its mighty blows.
Sebastian darted in and out, stabbing the Goliath Shambler with his powerful spear whenever an opening appeared.
Yet the beast seemed unaffected by this, swinging its massive fists and crushing shields of virtue with tremendous force every time he attacked.
It was impossible to inflict grievous wounds on this thing with the group of soldiers' meagre strength, but it was possible to make it lose enough blood to kill it.
Another soldier fell as a clawed hand struck him across the chest, splattering blood on his comrades.
Another was slammed into the ground so hard that his armour crumpled. Still, the rest fought on, determined to protect the citizens, who were now stuck there, unable to head to the castle because of the Goliath Shambler, or to head back because of the Venomshrike Horror.
