34th Wandmaker’s journeys… from Elfdreams 7

A lumbering giant kicked a loose stone. The stone flew across the corridor and struck Ubough’s finely made tunic. The giant’s keen senses detected the soft sound. The beast towered thrice Ubough’s height, grasped an ugly thick broad blade, turned its hideous head rapidly from side to side, and sniffed the corridor’s stale air. Perhaps the stench of the flowing ichors of the giant’s wounded comrades covered Ubough’s scent. Ubough clutched the purplish black rod and readied a spell. Did a hundred giants lurk in the unexplored area ahead?
Didn’t matter… the giant detected him and menacingly advanced. There was nothing for it. Ubough extended the purplish black rod and uttered phrases he had committed to memory but never before spoken. The darkness of the corridor obscured most of the Death Spell’s aura. The giant’s heart stopped and the hulking creature fell.