All the soldiers were dead; most had been trampled on the battlefield beyond the castle walls, while those who remained died of starvation with the rest of the populace as the giant laid siege, laughing maniacally and brutally stamping on any who dared try escape.
He stayed a while after, because he knew there was one more human inside, one who managed to survive and was now loading up all of the cannons along the walls, one by one.
Still, the human continued, and the giant sat about quarter of a mile away, occasionally slamming his hand down on some hapless cow and stuffing it into his bearded maw. Eventually he got bored and stood up, walked over to the walls to see if the human was ready to fire the cannons or was loading crossbows and trebuchets.
To his great surprise he saw that in fact the human had apparently done just that, and now all of the weapons were rising up in the air, floating to meet his head…
“In nomine quatuor ventis surgunt, et dimitte!” the human shouted in his puny voice.
The giant’s eyes widened as, in an instant, a hundred projectiles slammed into his skull from all directions.