The giant shouted louder than a foghorn. Was it pain?

The giant was blinded. It was time to strike.

All that was left, was a trail of bodies dispatched from their wretched existence.

With a furious drive, El Fantasmador worked his way toward the giant skeleton.

A sound from deep bellow of sadness and discordance roared. Fantasmas from the beyond rose through fissures the giants foot created.

The giant stomped it’s foot with great force creating a huge cloud of dust.

El Fantasmador gazed into his sword and stated, “I will vanquish this filthy beast.”

Kit

El Fantasmador shouted. A rumble from the heavens returned through beams of light a sword. It gracefully made its way to El Fantasmador’s hands.

“Fat chance,” said a barkeep, “we’re doomed.”

Like a flash, Lester was gone. Then a mysterious figure approached. It was El Fastamador!

A fierce wind swept through the valley over the hills. Lester knew what he had to do.

The city teemed with it’s citizens clogging the streets. No one knew what to do. How do you deal with a giant skeleton?

The earth shattered beneath the giant’s feet.

Coronado Sphinx

It was too late to run.