Ember struggled against pain and unmoving stone as the giant lurched towards her, spear raised. Just as the spear was about to drive through her chest, something fast and furious blocked the blow. 

It was Idril's guitar, which splintered as it deflected the spear's blow. While Ember and the giant had both been distracted, Mayabelle had levitated the stones just enough for Ember to flee from her bonds. 

Pain shot up Ember's extremely broken tail, causing her to stumble. As Idril took Ember's place distracting the giant, Mayabelle muttered the words to a pain reducing spell. 

"It's the best I can do for now, we have to get out of here before he kills us!" 

Ember raised her sword, the point of which glistened in the flashes of lighting. 

"No," she said, a new fire embracing her limbs. "We finish this monster!" They turned, charging into battle to join Idril again. 

Though her guitar had splintered, Idril now relied on her beautiful voice and bone flute. Each of her spells hit the giant and caused him to bellow in confused pain. 

Mayabelle charged with her staff, stabbing at his legs and ankles while flinging balls of energy which were slowly and surly wearing him. The only downside to this kind of extreme magic was that if she wasn't careful she could pass out or even kill herself. 

Ember's scorching flames danced up the giants legs, increasing his pained stomping and howls of anger. Her flames burned white hot, the tips turning the brightest cobalt as she slashed deep into his stormy blue skin. 

Even Ceaser had made a reappearance, shaking the rain and pebbles off his scales he flew into the air, attacking the monster from above with fire, claws and screaming. 

The new intensity and fury of their attacks was starting to toll on the horrible creature. The giant reeled, stumbling over his bleeding feet. Finally, with an almighty crash, he landed on the mountain. 

Rain poured down on the three friend's heads. The dragon landed beside them, sniffing the body carefully. 

The giant was dead. 

Blood still flowed onto the stones, making them as slick as ever. For a moment, the party was silent. Then they burst out into whoops of joy, forgetting all their pain and loss. Idril began to sing an old victory song, and soon all three sang to the clouds.

"Though the days of marching have taken a mighty toll, and all the blood and battles lost have broken down our souls, still we stand victorious! Mighty and victorious! Come what may, today I say, we will stand victorious!"