Golden Glade Its not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog

Once they begin to spar, would you want to make a dice-roll thread?

Instead of backing away, the lady did something qute unusal, and started walking towards him. Perhaps his form of communicating that he was a danger was unclear, or she actually believed she could take him on.

He squinted his eyes, taking a closer look at the female that dared to approach him. She was tiny in comparison, his tremendous size would surely be his biggest advantage against such a elfin opponent.
She attempted to tell him something, but the only words he understood in some manner were 'way' and 'move'...

He would have believed she was trying to guide him if she didn't have such a hostile expression, and Goliath removed any peaceful intent in his collosal skull.

Relying purely on his instinct, he swung his giant maw towards her direction, and snapped his jaws shut in the air inbetween them, a loud snap ringing in the air a few seconds after his mock-bite; a final warning to let him move deeper, and save his strength for the stronger guards that must have dwelled closer to the heart of the forest.