"Protect me, you filthy Serpent Demon bitch!" the overturned Frost Giant yelled in the language of the Abyss, "That is my command!"
A mocking smile played on the Serpent Demon's face as she watched her Summoner being torn to shreds by the Dwarf's heavy hammer and the fangs of a massive wolf, indifferent to the scene. Although Frost Giants possess immense strength, once felled, they were as vulnerable as fish out of water, helpless to defend themselves.
After the last enemy was dealt with, Bruto, Alamir, and the old Reap, now a giant wolf, all circled the Serpent Demon. They cautiously stood fifteen feet away, no closer, but their threatening intent was unmistakable. The Serpent Demon tilted her head, scanning over the Elf Priest with holy flames licking his weapon, the Dwarf Warrior splattered with giant's blood, and a black-backed wolf larger than a saber-toothed tiger, before finally resting her gaze on Lancelot.