Two hours later after the first two ‘giants’ showed up, just near every carnivorous giant he island was drawn to the smell of blood and destruction. Giant like the Moose-goose were herbivores and chose to flock off of course; they had no reason to stick around. Jack by know must have fought against countless variants of the giants, Bearger, dragonflies, spider queen, bee queen and event he Tree guards all arriving for different reasons.
Jack fought with gauntlet,bullets and his own combat knife,by two hours in though,he spent an entire bandolier of his .50 caliber. That mounted gun was red hot, with rain causing it to give off even more steam. Jack taking labored breaths to even catch a damn breather.
Most of his surroundings were near scorched earth and giant corpses riddled with varying injuries and causes of death. From the elemental effects of his gauntlets, the mounted gun he set up on a bloodied Bearger’s skull or even just the damn combat knife itself. The earth was mix of red and brown,puddles of mud,blood and piles of empty casings.
He was in for a long day…or days.
“Holy…shit…” he wheezed from exhaustion.