To be honest, in the world of dwarves, there were very few things that could be called "frightening."
Faced with enormous creatures far taller and more imposing than they were, they only showed disdain, as if to say, "So what if they're just big lugs?"
Then they kicked them hard in the ankles, trying to make the giants fall and look up at them from the ground.
Gravel did that all the time—
Not long ago... about two hundred years ago, the Goliaths, a giant people who lived as nomads in Icewind Valley in the Northern Lands, chose to migrate south because of the gradually warming climate.
Back then, all the dwarves thought they were talking nonsense.
That is, until an expedition revealed that the land even farther north than the frigid northern frontier was, holy shit, an active volcano.
Over the next two hundred years, dwarves and Goliaths clashed several times, eventually ending in a great reconciliation. As a result, Ironforge in the Northern Lands now often held wrestling matches between dwarves and Goliaths, for all sorts of historical reasons.
Wrestling required skill, and tripping a big guy when you were short required even more finesse.
But the prerequisite for any technique was being able to find your opponent's legs.
Now, faced with a gigantic giant made of corpses, so large it occupied almost half the tomb,
Gravel realized he couldn't do anything with his past wrestling experience—
Not only because the giant zombie was so fat that its belly covered its ankles.
Its belly was also covered in countless hands and feet...
There was nowhere he could get a grip!
This was a Zombie Meatball, assembled and fused from corpses.
Its source was probably the huge skull beneath the ceiling, its bloated frame wreathed in an eerie green