Belladonna burst forwards, flames spewing from the base of her feet as she practically skated across the ground. Leaning back, she let the first swing of the maul fly over her as she limbo'd under it, all whilst skating on flames, then leapt backwards to avoid the follow up slam that would have crushed her into a fine meat paste.
She planted her hands against the Maul as it rested on the ground, which had been shattered by the sheer force of the impact, as she used it like a springboard to launch herself into the air.
Her legs wrapped around its head as she swung around it, anchoring herself in place using the helmet's horns as she plunged her daggers into the gap of its neck.
The skull that showed in the giants face plate was not actually his skull. It was a decoration that had been in place since the armour's creation. The undead underneath that armour still had flesh, at least from what Belladonna could feel.
