Twigs and the Giant Option Ab: Attack the Giant

Today we continue with the third installment of the Twigs and the Giant Adventure!

To recap part one and two: You were investigating an old man concerning the food heists happening along the road into the town, Layfatte. While sitting in his cabin, the trunk by his bed gave a thump. When you investigated, you found clothing, and no bottom in the trunk. The old man donned his hat while you were distracted and grew into a giant. To escape, you dove into the trunk with a tiny, twig like creature. Once inside, the giant locked you in, and you met all the twiglets the giant has imprisoned. He forces them to steal food for him because he has their matriarch. Readers voted to attack the giant the next time he opens the trunk. (If you’d like to read part one and two, click here and here.)

Now ATTACK!

Twigs and the Giants Option Ab: Attack the Giant

One thing the twiglets do not lack is courage. None of them shrunk away when you suggested attacking the giant the next time he reaches in to gather a crew for a food heist.

The hard part about the plan is waiting. Spree insists the next heist should be soon. It’s been a couple days since the last heist and the giant gobbles through each take of food in a matter of days.

But still, you end up leaning against a tree with the child twiglet, Inslee, sitting on your knee, just waiting for the click of the trunk’s lock that will be your only warning the giant’s about to reach in.

“I’s nowt scared,” Inslee insists again. He sits cross legged on your knee cap, but his hands are clenched so tight in his lap, you wonder if he’ll break a finger.

“Hey,” you say, “he’s big, but that also makes him awkward. We can use that to our advantage.”

“His feets are clodhoppers,” Inslee grins.

“That’s exactly it,” you agree, “and we’re going to make those clodhoppers stumble.”

Inslee squees in excitement…and his fingers clench tighter.

You share his smile and nudge his hands with a finger until he relaxes a little with a duck of his head.

There’s a click that echoes in the twilight glen. Twiglets appear from amidst the trees, looking up at the floating rectangle of wood in the sky. It creaks upward and you glimpse the cabin’s ceiling before a hand the size of a pony keg reaches through the opening.

“I’s nowt scared,” Inslee squeaks as he crouches beside you in the glen. He starts to shake as you all wait for the hand to draw near.

The fingertips almost touch the grass by the time Spree gives the shout. “ATTACKS!”

You join the twiglets, running at the giant, but you have the advantage—or disadvantage—of being able to reach the giant’s elbow in your first move.

A grunt of surprise accompanies the giant’s sudden twitch as dozens of twiglets swarm up his arm. In moments, you’ve scaled from elbow to bicep to shoulder as you emerge from the trunk.

The giant growls and snaps his teeth but he’s still crouching with one arm inside the trunk. It lessens the space between his center of mass and the solid wooden box. Ducking under his chin, you plant your feet against the trunk’s edge and shove against his collar bone.

He stutter steps backward. The timing’s perfect as the twiglets race for his feet and grab ahold of his bootlaces. In quick order, they unlace halfway down each boot and then tie the laces together just as your shove pushes the giant off balance.

“ERRR,” he cries out with his stutter step. The laces pull tight and he throws out an arm to catch himself as he falls over.

Jumping free when he crashes into the table, you roll and come to your feet, ready for him to come after you but instead, he clutches a large jar to his chest with one hand and holds his hat firmly on his head with the other. Around him are the shattered remains of the table, which he made no effort to catch himself on.

He bares his discolored teeth at the twiglets who are using the laces they’ve untied from each other to tie his ankles together. Which leaves it up to you to keep him from swatting at them with his heavy hands.

The giant’s eyes lock onto Inslee, who holds the end of one boot lace, helping a dozen other twiglets pull the knot tight. It’s now or never to distract him.

His hat is clearly the source of his power but as you take everything in, you realize the jar he’s holding tight also holds a long-haired twiglet—the matriarch. Would it help more to take away his giant size or to free the matriarch?

Ab1. Free the Matriarch?

Or

Ab2. Steal his hat?

Thank you for joining this week’s adventure! Post in the comments which option you’d like to explore. The option with the most votes will get posted next Thursday and we’ll see how this story ends =)

Until then, Blessings and have a wonderful week,

Jennifer

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