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The acid would flare into a brilliant surge of pale green energy that almost seemed to explode in a burst. The weapon's discharge had not detonated it, but Trebuchet evaluated that coating the ground with it and keeping it that way was going to simply be too difficult. The fog would be dispelled in a hellish pulse of acidic vapor, hanging in a layer several feet thick, hemmed in by the magical walls. The static field would continue to grow in strength as Trebuchet seemed to disappear into the blast, temporarily (like just a few seconds, tops, from the magical surge) hidden from alternate means of perception. When everything cleared he would be gone...unless of course one were to look up. He may not have been casting a shadow, but you can't hide the jolly green giant in gray clouds.

The dirt was not destined to hit Trebuchet, instead striking the massive tree he yet kept by his side. The same fate would befall the second clod as the tree fell with astonishing speed, the blunt tip aimed for Corant. The end of the tree did not have any particular design, but the way it was worn made it incredibly clear that it had been used as a battering ram many times before. Where it struck, whether it be ground or Corant, an explosion of pure force would spread outwards. This magical force was not unlike kinetic force from any normal explosion, save for the fact that it required no object or medium as a host. At the blasts current force it would most likely turn a man to paste, not counting the force from the tree itself should it strike true.

The hair across Trebuchet's body seemed to lay down as the static field was ripped away, no longer bristling with the same force as before. The base currents of mana around him allowed for a limited field of deflection, but the core of his defense was gone. Flesh peeled away from the left arm of the giant, a thick green blood vaporizing as he tried unsuccessfully to move away. Before the first of the stream could even fully pass him another burst of magical force would be sent pulsing down the base of the tree, though he did not lift it off of the man. Where there had once been a static field there was now roaring winds, the gathering clouds breaking into a terrible storm. Calm skies tainted by the column of grey had now become a maelstrom come from nowhere. Rain began to filter down in cold sheets, a soothing balm for Trebuchet's wound as what seemed to be a fine mud began coating his body.

As the blade rose through the air the storm giant seemed to sieze it, not with his hands or his mind, but with the wind itself. While he could not simply steal it away and toss it back at the speeds it was travelling, he was more than capable of causing it to simply slice through a couple ribs off to the side and go on its merry way out into the middle of nowhere town. A similar fate befell the grenade, the wind carrying it away as a surge of storm based mana detonated around it. The detonation would have harmed him, if not for the fact that the rifle from below tore into his other arm and forced him away from the tree. The ancient thing was charred and damaged, but remained whole, sheilding Trebuchet from at least part of the blast. His skin seemed black as he fell, the wind doing nothing to cushion his fall, he barely even moved. Oddly, another burst of magical force would cascade down the tree, as if it had been set on autopilot or some random crap like that.

As the tree fell another massive burst of magical energy sent it spinning to the ground, where it would crash with another massive burst. Trebuchet's form would be knocked around in the air, causing any line of sight on basically any part of his body to be minimal at best at any one time. He made no obvious response to the blasts, if any truly hit him, and hit the ground with a loud crack and a faint squeal. His left arm seemed to have fully ripped away from him, but the core looked to be made of stone instead of charred flesh and bone.

The body twitches.

The storm rages.

The pig squeals.

Wait...the pig squeals? Poking out from where giant's arm should be is the snout of a boar, covered in black grit and soot. It doesn't appear to be hurt much at all, as if the transformation between hybrid and animal forms repaired much of the damage that had been done. The thing shakes its head and squeals again before pulling back into what seems only to be a shell. The squealing continues, almost sounding like laughter as the giant body twistes again, streams of rock reaching out like tendons and tissues as if to restitch the arm back to the main body. The rain began to wash away the outter layer, the grit sloughing off to reveal pristine stone. Lines of ropy basalt rippled like muscle under the flow of mud, turning the giant into the equivalent of a siege golem.

Rain turns to steam in the wake of the packets, currents of air billowing around their path. The body twitches and chunks of rock come flying off with each packet of neutrons. Regardless, the stone began to grow, rivulets of grit and water running away from joints as the whole continued its mass construction. Sections of the ground were drawn up and converted into extra mass as mana from the storm surged down to infuse the siege golem with life. Corant had felled one titan, but would soon stand in the shadow of a collasus.