The Haradrim swore. He would have liked to get some more uses out of this transformation still... though he should've realized how much the Behemoth just wrecked his Giant. Shaking his head, Ha'zi starts to crawl out of his Giant, wondering how Sigeric is fairing.
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Huffing, the Guardian would take a brief moment to think. He needed to get this hammer to Ha'zi... bit it seems that the youth was wasted at the moment from the steam attacks. Sigeric could, of course, keep battering at this annoying limb bearing down on him, but a simpler, more efficient plan came to the Dalishman's mind. And so, he enacted it: taking breaths to calm and collect himself, Sigeric started to concentrate his energy into his shield, willing spikes to form and rise upon it to do serious damage to the Behemoth.