The first to run made it to the gates before the feet of the giantesses could reach them. The steady stream of soldiers into the gates stipped as a sandal landed in front of it. The giantesses killed the men stuck outside as painfully as slowly as they wanted, and the townspeople could only watch. Night came and the screams died down as the last warriors were swalloed, chewed, crushed, of stuffed too far down orifices to be heard. The giantesses camped in the fields outside, some even draping their legs over the walls, and bragged of their vicious deed along with what they'd do in the morning. Townsfolk listened with terror, knowing nothing could be done to stop them.
In the morning the giantesses awoke, smiling and excited for another day of butchery. They rubbed their stomachs while looking at the village, leaving nothing for the imagination. Finally, they began to advance on the town. But as the first women reached the walls, another sound could be heard. A mighty roar, followed by the sound of beating wings could be heard in the distance. The giant attackers paused, looking concerned. The cry was answered with dozens more, and more giantesses looked unsure. Then a shadow fell over the land. All the people, big and small, looked up and yelled with renewed terror. A dragon, as long as two of the tallest giantesses, flew overhead and blotted out the sun. From this beast came words, spoken with authority and immense power lying beneath each syllable.
"You have broken ancient pacts, large ones. No doubt you know this will reopen old wounds, and ancient conflicts will begin again. These conflicts will not end as peacefully as before, so we have seen. You would be wise to leave." The dragon's voice didn't come from its mouth itself, but from the very space around the combatants, giving an impression of omnipresence. After a moment of doubt one giant stepped forward.
"We fought your kind before, and we shall do so again. You now come to the aid of these humans, whose only place is beneath the feet of our kind. This is as clear an evidence of your decay as any I have ever seen, dragon."
"So be it, children of the mountains," said the dragon. It lazily flew higher, uttering words in an ancient tongue. Slowly, more dragons began to appear. Though all were terrifying in size and appearance, none matched the original beast. All at once, the goantesses began to hurl boulders and trees at the circling dragons. In an instant, the largest dragon dove lightning fast at one of te rock hurlers, slamming them to the ground. Even her tremendous strength could keep the snapping jaws at bay, and soon she stoppef struggling as the life-force bled from her. After breathing a brief firestorm at other giantesses he flew off again. All around dragons burned, maimed, or ripped at the previously invincble women. In ten minutes at least a dozen lay dead, while only one dragon had fallen. The giantess had twisted its head backwards before snapping teeth could tear through leather and flesh like paper.
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