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How fortunate that the damned thing never stood up, then, having remained laying on the ground in the same position as it was in when it had fallen. The only change thus far had been reassembling the arm and a growth in overall size. That having been clearly stated, a man in one ton armor impacting a seven ton golem of near dead weight infused by mana results in very little occuring on either end. Sure, the grenades would do a fair deal of damage to the outter layers of the golem, but with continuing growth the lasting damage would be irrelevant.

Aye, the giant rose, arcing into the air even as his size continued to grow and increase the defensive for the form held within. By the time it stopped approximately fifty feet in the air its weight had increased to eight and a half tons. No longer was this dead wmana of the storm funneling into it directly. The levitation effect from before had apparently either been resumed or a new one had been enacted, slowing his rise to a dead stop in moments. A single arm would lash out to one side, the clentched fist -for that was how it was carved- pointing towards the fallen tree. He would quickly begin to fall rapidly, aiming to strike the ground, whether or not Corant would be in the way. The tree would skirt along the ground, rolling towards Corant with a deep hum growing around it. Were it a technological device one might make the connection that it sounded like a power core on the verge of going critical.

Torrents of storm aligned mana and gusts of wind embraced the massive weapon as it surged up into the air. While it may have worked more to Trebuchet's advantage to be on the ground when the damned thing gave off its last blast for quite a while it would certainly not be useful if it was nowhere nearby. The giant form enters a spin, mana arcing from its sides as the same arm is thrust out towards the tree once more as it comes around in a spin. The tree seems to align itself to the fist and the two strike another with a massive crack. The fist seems but fragments of rock hanging in the air as Trebuchet continues his spin. Like the weighted end of a flail the tree hangs slack for a moment before whirling around to follow the giant's spin. Streams of mana run down the arm through the fragments of rock, linked as a chain, down into the tree. When finally the colossus came about the tree was aimed to strike the ground in the middle of the area at a slight angle. There it would strike with incredible force, cracks running up the length of the outer layer of bark before the whole is sloughed off in an explosion of magical force that expands perpendicularly from the side of the tree.

Even in one of the holes Corant would not be wholy protected, as the pulse did not travel horizontally, nor vertically, but at an angle radiating from a tilted axis, ie the tree. The only place to truly hide would have been at the end of the tree in the 'blind spot' of the blast. Regardless, the link of mana between the siege golem and the tree would break with a fantastic shower of light and a crack of thunder that shook up the earth. Slowly the tree would fall to the ground, whereby the impact would generate another smaller blast of force. The siege golem seemed to be focusing himself, the features of the great construct gaining greater definition while the shade of the rock grew darker. Great sigils arcana began to scribe themselves across the surface, raging with contained storm mana.

The first in the salvo of three seems to strike against an invisible barrier, its speed reduced to a point where it shatters upon the hardening rock. The second strikes the head directly, causing a loud crack as the two meet and send shards of earth in all directions. The third strikes home and splits a large chunk of the creature's head away from the main bulk, revealing only stone within. With half of a mouth the siege golem emits a groaning roar as it moves a giant step towards Corant. Where once there had been massive crude fists there are now the outlines of fingers that are far from dextrous, but workable for more than beyond pieces of a cudgel. The definition continued across the giant's body, the head slowly regrowing, though lighter than the rest, and the sigils continued to trace across the surface of the stone.

Again, the first struck the barrier around the siege golem and was adversely affected, though in this instance the first simply stopped dead. The second produced a shattering of the localized barrier, slowing it marginally, where it cracked against the neck. The next two opened up large cracks in the upper torso, which quickly closed and stitched together with new stone "flesh." The face seemed to have regrown properly, though still discolored, and the sigils continued their expansion. Another single giant step was taken toward Corant, showing that perhaps he was incredibly slow but incredibly well armored in this form. Truth?!

The problem with such a leap is that regardless of speed there is a moment of flight that leaves one open to assault. Being slow in the ways of the body did not indicate being slow in the mind, neither in terms of scale or speed of thought. Corant would leave the ground and find a surge of storm mana falling from the sky, taking the likeness of a lightning bolt. The heat generated by the storm mana was intense, boiling like the surface of the sun, but instead of cracking for a moment like a lightning bolt it persisted. The column fell from the skies in a torrent of magical force and sound seething with heat with the intent of driving Corant down into the ground like the stroke of a giant hammer.