Logan's POV
The giant's fingers covers us completely in a cocoon of tough skin and callouses. It's warm like the interiors of a house, just as wide as one and the only reason I know I'm in the hands of a giant— well, the only reason except my participation in being snatched up— is because I can see the lines between every individual digit.
Plus, every step it takes jolts us like rag dolls in a fun house. It rattles my bones, and makes the world tilt and sway beneath us. I keep my sword held tightly in my hands, although it feels useless now, dwarfed by the sheer size of the creature holding me. How does a man fight against a leviathan? Short answer; he doesn't.
