His sword clatters to the floor. Cullen holds his hand, and watches his glove freeze, crumble, shatter. He slips off the remains quickly, and flexes his fingers. Always cold, but no worse so than usual. Quick enough, when he holds on to his shield with both hands as the giant's blow comes crashing down.

The force makes him groan. When the giant swings again he acts fast: One step out of the way, the next to slam his shield into the giant's side. The creature stumbles, only not enough. Cullen bashes forward with his shield again- again. The giant slowly finds his footing. Cullen hopes that he can reach his sword, first.