[Righteous Hand Dojo]Vel has a poopstick?

[Serion D'Rinishad]

The Month of Pontius, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.

Serion had yet to find the necromancer he would use for the creation of his materpiece spell and today he figued he would take a break. He had noticed the dojo as he walked around the city, and figured it would do him some good to get some practice in. While the dark paladin had been focusing on his arcanic skills, he still needed to give his swords a bit of attention as well.

Making his way up the path, Serion notes the dojo symbol on the door. Giants... Serion thinks to himself idly as he slides open the rice paper door. Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, the dark elf merely waits, knowing that normally the master of dojos like these will address him in time.

Standing in his normal outift, the dark elf was dressed completely in white. Above his shirt he wore the fine-linked ardentium chain vest that he had owned for so many eras now. His silver eyes scanned the room, and his right hand rested casually at the swords belted to his right hip--three swords. While two swords looked to be of excuisite quality based on their scabbards, the third was of a silver colored wood, the handguard in gold. Unlike the "real" swords, the wooden one was simply slid into the vysstichi's sword belt.

[Veleraen]

OOCLOL

Serion was the Knight's first Vysstichi customer, not many of the dark elves roamed the streets of Zinn'sunn. That brightening as Serion walked in, the Righteous Hand Dojo was rather quiet, devoid of activity, at least for the time being.

The floors were lined with mats, exercise equipment and training weapons lining the walls along with a large scroll of parchment that hung at the back of the wall of the dojo itself. It read in large letters in Common:

The Rules of the Righteous Hand Dojo 1. Treat yourself and others with respect. 2. No real weapons are to be used unless directed by the dojo Master. 3. All skills and techniques will be used for self defense and self defense only. 4. Be prepared to work hard. If one lacks the discipline or patience to fight properly, lessons will cease until a proper work ethic has been attained. 5. Help your fellow warriors if you feel they are falling behind. Do not turn your back on the person who may save your life one brightening. 6. Weapons used in the dojo are not to be used to intentionally harm the student or the dojo master. If this happens, lessons will cease and a ban from the dojo will be instituted. 7. Religion and politics are left at the door. While this dojo follows the teachings of Aslan, all Aetherian religions shall be respected. 8. No illegal substances are allowed inside the dojo. If you are found possessing drugs or any contraband, a ban from the dojo will be instituted. 9. Ask for help when needed. The dojo master is always there, whether it be to develop one’s skills or a personal matter. 10. Enter this dojo in peace. Those who seek to spread violence with be cast out.

Serion could read them quite clearly, the letters big and blockish, written by enormous hands.

The walls were slatted wooden boards, the ceiling high, supported by thick wooden beams. Located to the left of the main room of the dojo were two extremely large doorways. One led to a storage room and one led to the living quarters of the Dojo Master, Sir Veleraen, Son of Khreytek. Small red and gold coloured banners lined the walls of the dojo intermittently stating praises in both Kemish and Khardran of Aslan and Veleraen’s master, the great Dahar Master, Krel son of Mektor.

A sliding sound emanated from his left and he as the dark elf stood and looked, he saw quite a sight. A Giant standing at about just over fifteen feet walked through what was once a closed rice paper door.

Veleraen was wearing a white martial arts Gi with a white belt around his waist, feet and legs bare up to just below his knees. The Titan was bald except for a skull locked, red ponytail that was braided down to his shoulder blades. He also sported a rather neat and trimmed beard that hung off his chin and a few noticable scars as well, one running down from the corner of his right eye in a semi-circlular motion to his jawline, the other running down vertically across his left eye. Physically, Veleraen was very fit. Having been through many skirmishes and wars with constant exercise and training daily, the Giant was muscular and fit to the point where he was at the peak of his physical prowess.

At first, Veleraen did not see Serion standing there but as the Giant turned and noticed him, the Giant was a little surprised to see the vysstichi, armed and standing there waiting for him.

"Serale." Veleraen bowed his head, a deep voice carrying across the floor mats. His hazel eyes peered ever so slightly at the vysstichi male as he looked over the dark paladin's aura, trying to discern what the man was truly about as he looked into the inner depths of Serion's soul.

"I am Sir Veleraen, son of Khreytek, Master of the Righteous Hand Dojo. How may I help you this brightening? Do you come seeking lessons?" Veleraen put both hands behind his back and clasped them lightly, curious to the purpose of the Vysstichi's visit. He'd only met one Vysstichi, Faust D'Rinishad and if there was any resemblance, Veleraen couldn't truly see any sort of connection. Perhaps if the elf gave him his name he would, but not until then. He could only see so far into a person's soul; the knight was no mind reader.

Secrets : Feel free to use the aura chart in my CIR (linked from my banner) to describe your aura to Veleraen in your next post. Please try to be as accurate, with both shades and colours that represent your true self, so Veleraen has an opportunity to see what Serion is like. Just so you know, Vel has only done this like twice, so he doesn't have much experience in judging a person's character, only knowing what a few colours mean something...Just getting in the experience

[Serion D'Rinishad]

As the giant looked over Serion, his aura was an ever fluctuating set of colors that seemed to stand out and meld into each other all at once. A royal blue light enshrouds the vysstichi that slowly brightens to a blue-green color before it darkens to a deep brown and then black. The dark shade seems to last a bit longer than the others, as though trying to blot out the other shades and keep them hidden. While Serion might have thought it odd for the giant to be staring at him the way he was, the paladin merely shrugged it off as the idiosincricies of another wierd species.

"Serale," Serion responds with a nod of his head, his own eyes gazing at the giant, trying to see what sort of vis the man may be capable of accessing. His research had taught him much about vis and the crafting of spells, and he had learned that the more powerful a spellcaster, the larger his levels of vis. "I am Lord Serion, of House D'Rinishad. I've passed by a few times during my errands here, and figured I could see about sparring. It has been a while since my last physical endeavor to say the least."

It wasn't completely true. Serion had been in Diana not too long ago with Fidelis, and the two had some pretty physical encounters in the Aslan temple. "Is there someone I can spar with? Perhaps you are free...Sir Veleraen was it?" The "sir" made Serion wonder who this giant really was. Very few people took the title unless they were knights or paladins of some faction or another, as the dark elf did from time to time.

[Veleraen]

As Veleraen examined Serion's aura, he saw many flashes of what looked to be promising traits. He wasn't sure what it all meant however and the flashes of black that flooded over the other colours concerned him a little. He had associated black with many evil and discouraging traits such as fear, hate, secrets...But it was cloudy. Despite his best efforts, the stranger definitely had a unique aura, something Veleraen would have to continually examine if he wished to get any true answers. Questions would solve his problems eventually, but it would take too long.

As Serion examined the Giant, he noticed that the dojo master had the vis equivalent of an initiates and ironically enough it was of the same sphere of Serion's, whether he could tell that or not, well, that was his assumption to make. It did not matter however, the Giant's main specialty was not in that of Arcana but in that of hand to hand combat and weapons specifically.

Mentioning the words "Lord, and D'Rinishad" definitely peaked the Giant's interest as he raised a large eyebrow as the dark elf introduced himself. "Sparring? Interesting.." Veleraen hadn't known people of the smaller races to want to spar with him for fear of getting hurt, but by the looks of the dark elf and even with just the mention of the last name of D'Rinishad, Veleraen could only suspect the vysstichi was a seasoned swordsman.

"Yes, Sir Veleraen, you have it right." Veleraen offered a gentle smile as he walked past Serion and opened up the door to the storage room, hesitated and then turned back to Serion.

"I can definitely spar with you Lord D'Rinishad, however I am without my weapon for the time being. I do have steel version of my weapon here that I can use, I guess that will have to do. You wish to spar with your swords yes?" Veleraen motioned towards the three swords he had upon his belt. It was an odd number of swords to carry to say the least but Veleraen did not pay much heed to the fact that Serion had a wooden sword either.

Reaching into the room, Veleraen pulled out a steel halberd he used for practicing with the students. It was fifteen feet tall and a little worn around the edges but it would work fine. At least it was giant sized, so it was proportional to his body mass. "I also have daggers that I can wield, if you are not comfortable with me using my polearm. To some it may seem imposing...but I have a feeling you are one who is not intimidated by such things." Veleraen gave a respectful bow of the head to the dark elf and approached closer, his weapon lazily hanging at his side.

The Giant's curiousity got the better of him as he looked at the vysstichi, he was quite curious to see if the Lord was related to the other member of the D'Rinishad clan he'd met a few times before.

"Tell me Lord D'Rinishad, you are not by any chance related to one Faust D'Rinishad are you? I only ask this because I have met said person on a few excursions in the past. The last name D'Rinishad is not a name used lightly in the Kingdom." He gave a weak smile and wondered if Serion even cared about socializing during their sparring. The Knight had taken it upon himself to at least make some sort of formal contact with the people he sparred and teached with. It brought some ease to their sessions and made people feel a bit more relaxed.

"I had a student cancel on me, so I do have some time to spar with you. I must ask, do you wish me to spare the whip, so to speak? I do not wish to injure strangers who come into my dojo. I do have a wooden halberd, but i am afraid it would break against your weapons. I give everyone the level of intensity they wish to spar at, as some are not as adept as others in such things. Is it, your decision." Veleraen gave another subtle bow of the head, respectfully giving Serion the option of what kind of difficulty he wanted to spar at. Veleraen was a master at the weapon he held in his hands, it was easy enough for him to spare a little muscle here and there to make it challenging but not totally overwhelming should Serion wish it to be so.

It might have seemed pompous or ignorant in the eyes of some, but Veleraen meant nothing but respect for those he sparred with. Everyone had their limits and it was something everyone was entitled to.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

One of the first thing Serion does as the introductions are completed is wave his hand at the giant as he keeps using the titles. "I believe that titles should be left outside once two men decide to spar. I request that we simply leave it as Veleraen and Serion, if that is agreeable with you." Vel seemed like a sensible person, so surely this wouldn't be a problem. From there, Serion will unclasp his cloak, folding it to leave at the edge of the mat for when he finished.

"I actually adopted Faust into my House. It is a very sad tale, that of my house. Maybe I'll tell you some of it while we spar."

Pulling Light's Darkness from his belt, he leans it against his shoulder and smiles. "Real weapons are something I seem to find myself fighting with all the time when combat ensues. Maybe using practice weapons would be more fun, and the stings can sometimes leave just as muc a lesson as the cuts from their edged counterparts."

Giving a bow to the master of the dojo, Serion smiles. "And yes, please use the halbard if that is your weapon of choice. What fun is sparring with someone when you can't fight them at their best?"

As the dark elf begins to remove his various weapons and armor that would not be needed, he looks at the giant almost as an afterthought."Do you by chance have another practice sword laying about? While I am pretty good with a single sword, and don't mind fighting with just my one, a second would be good as well."


Having removed all of his armor, additional weapons and unneccesary clothing, Serion stand in a similar fashion as the giant. His boots removed, Serion stood barefoot on the mat, his white colored pants rolled up to just above the calf. As he waited on Veleraen, he began to roll up his sleeves, taking them to just above his elbow. Jogging lightly in place, just to loosen up his muscles, the dark paladin resumes some semblance of conversation with the giant of a man, interested that he and Faust knew each other.

"So how do you know Faust, out of curiosity? It has actually been a few months since we last saw each other, and even then it wasn't a long visit. We were actually trying to stop the actions of a man in Aelyria Prime. You've probably heard tale of the rampaging swordsman a couple of seasons back." This was normally a good story for Serion to tell. He had spent so much time building up the reputation of House D'Rinishad on the surface world, and this was one of the well documented instances where they were defending the greater good. Of course, it was only a matter of time before it would not matter what the surface world thought--but that was a whole different story.

Holding his own wooden sword, Serion was ready whenever Veleraen was. Whether he was able to get a second sword or not, this would be an entertaining bout, as the only other giant Serion had ever truly seen in battle was Raegik, and that had been so many patterns ago.

[Veleraen]

Serion's modest request to leave titles at the door did not bother Veleraen at all. He was only so formal with strangers as he was unsure what they preferred to be called. "No titles then, Serion." He gave a respectful bow of the head.

The Giant found it surprising that Faust of all people had been adopted into the house of D'Rinishad. "Adopted? But...is not not the head patriarch?" It seemed odd an orphan would be adopted and eventually lead to take the head position atop the throne, especially that of a Vysstichi house. Blood was important in many noble houses and Veleraen was now curious than ever as to how it all came to be.

Veleraen didn't say anything about Faust for now and instead obliged Serion in the use of practice weapons. "Practice weapons it is then. I may have an extra sword for you...Let me check." Serion was in luck. In the back, Veleraen had kept daggers that he used to practice with, but they were almost exactly the same size as a regular longsword as they were giant sized afterall.

Tossing Serion the sword, he twirled his wooden weapon around in the arm, one of the few wooden halberds he owned for the dojo and its students. Leaning it up against the wall, Veleraen undid his belt, tossed it to the ground and then took off the top half of his martial arts Gui. He used it primarily for Zan Zu and teaching the students but it was not meant to be fought in, as its sleeves and sides were restricting in movement somewhat.

As Veleraen slipped off the shirt of his Gui, the dark elf noticed many, many tattoos and scars that adorned the Giant's body. His back was turned briefly and Serion saw a tattoo that covered almost the entirety of Veleraen's back. It was that of a brilliant golden red phoenix that had the wings of a falcon, its head tilted upwards towards the sky in a graceful manner, fire spreading outwards and around its form as it rose from the ashes.

Serion also noticed a tattoo on the Giant's upper left shoulder, a white cross with a black rose encircled around it with the letters O.B.R. underneath it. As the Giant turned around to face him, the black outline of a lion's maw and flowing mane greeted him and faced him with a great presence. The tattoo decorated Veleraen's chest, the Lion's maw open and roaring outwards and slightly up. A massive scar that ripped across his chest intersected the Lion's eye and made it even meaner looking, damaged through the wars and battles of his past. Above the lion and above his heart lay a tattoo with a silver sword and shield with the rays of the sun shining brightly behind it. There was no question that the Knight was dedicated to Aslan just by looking at his lifes story upon his body.

Then there were the ugly patches. Around eight or nine warped patches of skin accompanying the dozens of scars around his body were scattered about his frame. They had come from hot metal pokers cauterizing arrow and spear wounds. The Giant's frame was pure muscle, half a dozen eras of continuous battle and training had transformed the Knight into a war machine. His chest broad and his arms massive, Serion would surely have an exciting battle on his hands.

Picking the halberd back up, Veleraen twisted and snapped the weapon over his wrist in a fluid motion, making his way back out onto the mat as Serion asked about how he knew Faust. Veleraen nodded slowly as he set the butt end of his weapon against the mat. "Well, I actually ran into Faust without knowing who he was many eras ago...it must have been....five full eras ago. Era ten perhaps? It was in Centripax where we fought off a horde of undead that were plaguing an elven camp..." Veleraen started to get limber and performed a few stretches upon the mat. It wasn't too hard for the Giant to stretch nowadays as he had done so almost every brightening since he had joined the Veldar Elite. Now it had become a force of habit.

"Unfortunately I've never garnered the time to actually talk to him face to face. We have always met in the direst of circumstances on the field of battle where idle talk is not a privilege." He raised one eyebrow in indifference as he finished up his stretches. Giving a grunt of satisfaction, the Giant took a step back as he got into his stance, one foot back and his forward knee bent slightly, a lot of pressure being put on both balls of his feet. It was a little unorthodox but becoming a master in combat meant you had to adapt stances and become more wary of one's opponent. He had two hands upon his weapon, the head of the polearm pointed indirectly at Serion. Having two weapons meant he had to defend against two at once but he had reach, a lot of reach and Serion had to get in close even to land a blow.

"Okay Mister Serion...Let me see what you have in store for us this brightening." His eyes flickered with but a brief glimmer, his grip readjusting ever so slightly. It was time to spar.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Serion takes the offered 'dagger' with a bow of gratitude. While the weapon was a bit longer than the normal swords he was accustomed to, he was familiar with all manner of blades, and the dark elf knew he could find a way to compensate for its greater length. As he stretches and gets the feel for the longer, wooden sword the dark paladin can't help but notice the assortment of scars and tattoos adorning the giant's body. One in particular caught the vysstichi's eyes.

The dark elf had once run into a member of the Order of the Black Rose. He had been in the process of ressurecting an old order known as the Crusaders of the Red Rose, in New Coldmoon, and the name had brought a bit of confusion amongst the two. The Black Rose was apparently meant to be a secret organization, so the vysstichi figured he would mention nothing of it for the time being. The other tattoos and scars did not go unnoticed by Serion either. Scars were often a testament of one's worldy experience and Veleraen was obviously well travelled. Nodding his head in acknowledgement of the giant's words, Serion smiles. "I can all too well agree. There have been many people whom I have met on the fields of battle, yet were never able to get in touch with them at the end."

Twirling his swords as he loosens his wrists, Serion holds the two wooden swords in a reversed-grip. Setting his left foot forward, Serion slides his right foot behind him. Shifting his weight to the balls of his left foot, Serions left arm is outstretched at an upward angle, the wooden blade of the borrowed sword parallel with his forearm. Serion's right arm was held in front of his chest, Light's Darkness' own blade parallel with both forearm and ground. It was a rather odd style, a unique one to say the least, and Serion had been trying to use it as often as possible, testing it's limits and forever tweaking aspects of his style that might not be as useful as others.

"Well my friend, I believe it only fair to allow the home team the first move. Let us see what sort of skills you have with that oversized pigsticker." Saying the last with a chuckle, the vysstichi tries to keep the situation light. This was meant to be a fun outing, and not anything Serious. Besides, now that the dark paladin realized that this giant was more than he seemed, Serion was truly curious as to what the Aslanite was capable of. It was funny that he and Fidelis had managed to trash the Aslanite temple in Diana, only for the dark elf to meet an Aslanite of obvious skill later on in his travels. "If we manage to work up enough of a sweat," Serion throws in between his smiling lips, "I may deem you worthy enough to hear a bit about Faust. He is a quite interesting person, to say the least. A testament to what House D'Rinishad truly stands for."

OOCJust trying to add a few comments before we get this thing kicked off :)

[Veleraen]

OOCSorry for the wait! Gods, I've tried responding to this but I always seem to come back to it and then never finish. My deepest apologies!

Serion's stance was quite unorthodox and Veleraen examined his posture as the dark elf took on his own shape. "Interesting...He looks like he knows what he is doing." A very small and faint smirk came to his face as the Giant got settled into his own posture, however he was not going to be in it for long.

"Over sized pig sticker? Yes, I think it could be classified as such. Hah!" The deep voice of the Giant elevated in volumne as he gave his weapon a quick cutting through the air upwards and back around again as he loosened up his arms and wrists. Serion issued Veleraen a very small and indirect challenge and the Giant grinned slightly as he began to think what he should open up against the Vysstichi.

"I have every intention of making you sweat, Mister D'Rinishad." Veleraen brought his weapon down and withdrew it, launching off his right foot as the Giant spun in the air, his massive frame twisting through the air as he brought down his wooden halberd from a distance towards Serion but it was not aimed directly at him, not yet. The Giant wasn't exactly elegant in the air but he'd been practicing on using his physical presence as an intimidating factor, combining it with his strength to combine into attacks. As soon as Veleraen hit the floor upon both his feet, he thrust the head of his weapon out three times, all in the general area of Serion, testing how fast he truly was with his swords and then withdrew, taking a step back his hands ready to parry the dark elf's counter offensive if there was one to come, which Veleraen anticipated there would be.

"Sweating yet Serion?"

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Serion's eyes never left the giant, of course there wasn't much else his eyes could land on in the dojo with such a huge man so close to him, and as Veleraen launched himself into his first atack, the dark elf was already calculating. The giant aslanite was pretty fast for his size, an combination of strength and speed that could be deadly to an opponent. A lesser man might have shrunk away from the display, but Serion had seen horrors that very few things could compare to, and as such, he stood his ground.

Sliding his rear foot to keep himself facing his opponent, he leans away from the weapon swing, noticing that it wasn't aimed at him so much as in his general area. He was about to make a step in towards the giant, but the man followed up with three stabs, similar to those used by spear wielders. It was nothing to the dark elf's agile body to skirt away from the stabbing halbard. Should the halbard's blade have drawn to close, a sweep of his arm could redirect the extended weapon, the clack of his sword and the giant's halbard indicating the connection.

Letting the giant take a step back after the quick testing of his defense, Serion smiles. "I'm absolutely frigid. Maybe we should turn up the heat." Moving forward, Serion prepares to try and get within the swinging arc of Veleraen's halbard. With the grace and agility of a battle hardened vysstichi, Serion rushes in, ready to side step slightly and redirect a swing from Vel's longer weapon. He couldn't take a direct hit, but he wouldn't have to, using his lower leverage to give just enough play to spin in with a free sword for an attack at the giant's midsection.

"You are fast, Veleraen. Are you fast enough?"

[Veleraen]

It was an intriguing spar to say the least. The Giant had expected the elf to roll or dodge and dodge he did however it was easy to see that Serion was not intimidated by the Titan's presence. This was a good thing.

It mean the Knight did not have to worry about such foolish things as it was another item that he put into the back of his mind and stored it away.

Their witty banter was escalated as Serion suggested turning up the heat and rushed inwards towards Veleraen's defenses. The Giant had gone into a defensive mode as soon as he withdrew and so as Serion came in, Veleraen choked up slightly on the shaft of his weapon and as Serion attempted to get in, Veleraen stepped away, his long stride taking him to his right as Serion came in at his left and merely let the elf slide by, not giving him the opportunity to get any side attacks in. This was one Giant who was not foolish enough to open himself up so lightly, especially when he had distance and reach on Serion's swords.

"I am just warming up Master Serion...just warming up..." Veleraen remarked as his weapon snapped over his wrist, his arms and legs now getting a little more limber. The Titan so desperately wanted to attain his Supreme however it would take a little more time before he was able to acquire such a heightened mode of spiritual clarity. To have the physical make contact with the physical was a tremendous feeling but it would take him time, energy and a racing heart beat to achieve such a feat.

Veleraen spun on the balls of his feet to his right some more as he garnered some more distance between Serion and himself. He wasn't willing to let the elf in close again and so he held his wooden weapon, backed by the muscles of his ancestors, outwards as he achieved an outer, lower guard in front of him. He scanned the vysstichi with his large orbs, his lips not turning to a smile or a grin now as the Knight became a bit more focused.

His hands slid down the haft of the weapon as the head of his halberd came up and then down across his own body as his wrists rolled with the motion of the wooden polearm. It was might lighter than he was used to, almost two hundred kilograms lighter and the wooden shaft whipped through the air with tremendous force, a little more muscle being put into his new offensive.

Hands rolled to the left, the right as the shaft spun left, right then as Veleraen surged forth, his long stride closing some ground, but not all as the long reach of his weapon lashed out at Serion with several grains of precision. The butt end of the weapon came down from Serion's head level, down and back as the head of the polearm came in and up from Serion's right side, the Knight using both ends to attack this time, one high, one low, a tremendous amount of strength would be required to deflect these blows. Wood would easily break and bones could shatter but an eternal fortitude could not break and it seemed like Serion's will was not so easily broken.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Heh, Serion thinks to himself as the giant sidesteps his attacks. The length of the polearm was an advantage to the giant, on top of his already awesome reach compared to Serion's own. With Serion's style in particular, the dark elf had very limited reach, requiring him to get extremely close to do any damage. For this particular spar, he might be forced to adapt his stance and style a few times to get the Titan off guard.

Turnign himself about to keep his guard up against his Aslanite foe, Serion tries to analyze Veleraen's movements. The beauty of fighting an opponent wielding a polearm was the amount of muscle movement required to maneuver the weapon. While it wasn't completely the same as a person fighting with a sword, Serion had spent patterns learning how to read peoples body movement, his own defenses in place almost before the opponent could even manifest their attack.

In Vel's case, the giant was obviously well trained in his chosen weapon. His movements were concise and exact, with very little wasted motion. Serion had to truly respect that in the Aslanite. Even still, it was with his trained eyes, his sharp silver orbs, that Serion would predict the attacks of his giant foe. Top left. Raising his left arm as if he were curling a small dumbell, Serion braces himself for the blow, letting Vel's attack slide down the sword's wooden blade instead of contacting head on.

About to push in for a counter, Serion catches the quick movements of the giant as he completes his maneuver, cursing lightly. Feth! Bottom Right! Stopping his advance, Serion ducks into a shoulder roll, tucking himself into a roll past Vel's right side, coming to his feet in a crouch, swords coming out to slash at the calves of the Titan, the reversed grips becoming standard grips as the momentum of Serion's swings cause the wooden blades to rotate out. It was a move done out of instinct, more than anything else. The giant was quicker than he had expected, and perhaps afterwords he might learn that the giant's lighter weapon probably had something to do with it. If anything, maybe the sudden move would catch the giant by surprise simply due to it's last minute implementation.