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Terrakis
He pays no attention to the serpent maned hag. To the extent that she has any usefulness at all it is as one defeated, afraid and hungry for revenge. He and his brothers simply ignore her as one not worthy of notice. Word of what has happened here shall travel quickly in these lightless tunnels and upon hearing it, those that would think to oppose him will gather their forces, and so all proceeds as planned. He draws his own blade, now and a clamminess like that of an old tomb fills the cavern. Suddenly he turns to the defeated Euryale, seizing her by her serpent headed mane and nearly snapping her neck so swiftly does he jerk her up from where she lay. She screams in pain as she hangs in his grip, and her cries intensify as the biting dampness of his blade cuts into her arm. The pain of the cut shoots through her body, assaulting even her thinking, and soon she is aware of nothing save the pain and a strange chilling dampness with her limbs. “It is said,” he sneers, “few things are so deadly as the blood of the medusa. Bleed, then, and coat my blade with death.” Once more he tosses the creature aside indifferent as to whether she lives or dies. “We have taken what we need here let us be away from this place.” His words are commanding and immediately obeyed. The giants gather their spoil and step into the shadows and are gone.
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