Don't Let Them Have It!

A giant has no need for a sledgehammer; he can control a horde of dwarfs with a stick or a solid swing of his open palm.

To take down the giant and end its tyrannical rule, the dwarfs are in need of something powerful. Something that could bring the gods themselves to their unscathed knees and cause them to question their own omnipotence.

Short in stature but many in minds, they plan and they scheme...and finally have it.

As the giant's crest breaks the horizon, with sweaty fingers the dwarfs push down on the handle.

A burst of light.

The giant is consumed by the radiance before the dwarfs' eyes.

They dance and sing, bathed by the rapidly expanding ball of light. Light, light, light, ligh, lig, li, l,