Witch's Marsh Don't you remember when you were young, and you wanted to set the world on fire?

Rolled a 14 for his defense vs Mae and opted out of an attack roll!

He was a giant trying to outrun and out maneuver two giant-killers; for what it was worth, Glaukos did his best to lunge and dodge, and while he did a decent job there was no way for someone that large to manage against two focused fighters. In his current state—mud covered, bloodied, and with the fading effects of a berserker rage (or something near enough to that), the adrenaline pulsed through Glaukos but he was quickly set upon by the man and girl.

While he deflected some of what the girl did, there was no stopping the man as he came to dominate Glaukos and grind him in to the earth with the command to yield.

On the ground and with this man holding his nape, Glaukos knew he only needed a moment to catch his breath and he could rise again, fight again—but with his rage partly quelled and nothing in his favor, he had some of his faculties back, and knew that he should give in. So, he would sit there and accept his defeat.

The rage was swallowed down again, locked away where it could not hurt anyone.