A large wave rocked the ship John had made his bed in, tossing him from his hammock. He hit the ground with a heavy thump, barely opening his eyes in sleepy rage against both the wave and the captain.

His strange companion had just left the room as he looked up, dragging a massive sword behind him.

No stranger than myself though, I suppose, John thought as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. The screams of sailors and the grinding of rocks, as if from a giant's millstone, sounded through the decks of the ship, and his body acted on instinct. If anything, the Ussyles was under attack, and he needed to be there to defend it. He leapt to his feet, looking around for his massive tower shield. Finding it in the dark of his quarters, he fused the armor of his left hand to it and rushed to the stairs.

He emerged, blinking into the light, and instinctively took a step back as he saw the behemoth. His eyes widened in shock at the ships crashed around it.

"By the Thayne," he whispered as he tried to form a plan in his head. Either way, he needed to act, or the slow-moving colossus would wreck them like it had the countless other ships scattered round.

The marble pillar to the side of the ship wasn't going to sink, and hopefully wouldn't rock too much with the waves, so John made a running leap across the water to the thing, landing squarely on top of it, next to his strange companion, who roared fiercely at the behemoth.

The half-giant planted his shield in the marble, willing his armor to cover his body. flowed up like quicksilver, clicking into place to cover his entire body. The cool sensation of the armor coming up dumped adrenaline into his system, and he smirked a little at the thought of battling this extreme foe. His shield split into two, forming into two large war-hammers that he now held in both hands. The giant could probably blow through the shield easily, and he needed all the offensive power he could get.