The massive weapon didn't even make it halfway down the corridor.
Because the space was too tight, the thick bone club violently slammed into the opposing stone walls, scraping against the slate with a loud, deafening crack, and sending a shockwave of dust and stone chips exploding outward.
The heavy weapon got firmly stuck between the narrow rock walls, wedged tight by the giant's own tremendous forward force.
The Grand Chieftain was like a furious, angry bull trapped in a cage.
He snorted loudly, thick jets of hot vapor blowing the limestone dust into chaotic swirls. He yanked hard on the thick handle. The veins beneath his thick, gray hide bulged like iron cables, but the stone refused to yield.
He couldn't move forward, he couldn't back out easily, and he couldn't swing his main weapon.
He was completely jammed by the very terrain he had arrogantly ignored.
