The flies flew out far and wide. Eventually, after some time, they came back towards Aiolos, circling over and leading him out towards where he needed to go. Northwards.

Aiolos came across the giant far faster than it saw him. A wood giant, as advertised. Standing 10 metres tall, roughly speaking, it slowly strut across the hillside. It's back to Aiolos, as it roamed around what perhaps would be it's denizen.

The wood giant slowly walked on, heaving a 'small' treetrunk onto it's shoulder that it seemed to be using as a club. It still seemed to be oblivious to Aiolos.

The falcons did their job well. The giant swung its club once before walking after them. As he moved, the ropes caught it's feet just as intended. This time, things went exactly as planned. The ropes constricted, wrapped tightly on the right foot of the giant. Before it realised what was happening, the giant tripped and fell over, hitting the ground below hard and taking a tree with him on the way down.

The tendon's snapped, leaving burning holes where they had once been. It wouldn't be standing up any time soon. The giant showed this all too well, struggling back to its knees but nothing much more. It reached for its 'club' in an attempt to arm itself, though it didn't have much else to use. It had roared loud when the blasts impacted.

The giant was forced onto the ground once more as the spells impacted. It roared once more in pain as its head fell to the ground, before it tried to get back up, this time with a fury in his eyes unlike any other. It's left hand swiped at Aiolos, attempted to back him off so he could at least get back onto his knees.

Another roar sounded. It was distant, but came accompanied with rythmic tremors in the ground. It looked like its friends were coming to help.

The giant's head heaved back, as it reached to cover the wound. Then, with the same fury it had in its eyes before, it forced itself onto its knees with one hard push. Grabbing the tree-club as it seemed to push itself through the pain, swatting most of the falcons out of the sky with a single lash and setting the club on fire. After this first lash, it held the club high, readying to pound it down on where Aiolos was standing. There was a significant wound on its cheek by now due to the last spell he had cast. This seemed to be its last effort. The drumming of harsh feet came closer and closer.

Just as the giant came down with the club, ready to crush Aiolos, a horn hit it straight and frontal. A sharp horn, attached to a bywark, that decapitated it instantly and sent the entire body flying backwards. It fell to the ground, already dead, when the bywark got on its back feet and came down to crush the entirety of its torso, causing a splatter of guts to throw Aiolos right to the ground.

The bywark sniffed the dead giant for a bit, before looking around, overlooking Aiolos completely due to being covered in blood and gore, and walked off.

(250 exp for killing the wood giant. 100 exp bonus for 'creativity')