As the Titan sunders back to the trio of villains, the Devourer-Eoten beady eyes follow them from upon high.
”Fum. Foe. Fie. Fee. Three became one. One became three.”
His scaled hide grating as he lumbers forward through the wreckage around him as Max bids him target Malador or Dracual;
”Fie. Fane. Gyre. Geat. Which one should we first eat?”
As Dracula races to the trees under a fortuitous shade, he pauses realising the shadow moves with him...
Standing above him, the monstrous giant grins, teeth sharp as spikes and impossibly wide.
"Fum. Fee. Knyght. Maid. No haven Vampyr, in my shade.
He stoops, and two massive misshapen hand grab in tandem attempting to snatch their prize;
Dual-Handed (Enhanced) Grab: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17