How I Met My Mates
my double-layered voice screamed, echoing through the hull, shattering the remaining bronze lanterns.
The titan actually paused. His boots skidded an inch across the deck. He turned his massive torso toward me, his yellow eyes narrowing as the silver magic singed his rusted armor, sending thick black smoke curling into the air.
"A female of the West..." the titan rasped, a sickening, dark amusement lacing his gravelly tone. "You have the voice... but you do not have the Crown's soul."
He reached up, grabbing my magic whip with his bare, clawed hand. With a single casual yank, he pulled me toward him.