Closer to the wall lay the enormous bodies of perhaps twenty more giants, yard-long ballista bolts protruding from their corpses. The one that remained was wounded, surrounded; it backed up slowly, mindful of the moat at its back.
"Wait… I give up. No more hurt."
The ring of soldiers closed ever tighter around the creature, the foremost rank cautiously bracing their pikes against the ground after every other step.
"I no want attack humans; bad giants trick me! I friend to humans…"
"Some friend," yelled one soldier. "Do friends try to eat each other?"
The giant, compulsively, licked its lips.