With a deep growl he crouched.
Megalith stepped backward, in desperation launched the great stone downward.
It did not strike the helpless target. It's path was deflected.
The stone stuck not the hapless head of Zeus. For another bravely placed himself in harm's way.
The stone struck the third head of Cerberus, crushing and tearing. The dog moaned low, stood still over its helpless master, then lunged forward.
The battle was long. The deep growls of Cerberus mixed with the angry snarls of Megalith. The ground rocked under their fury, and blood and sweat mingled in an ugly stream.
They rolled on the ground, tearing and ripping each his enemy.
The hills reverberated with the sound of their blows.
Megalith broke loose, rushed to the mountainside, seized a boulder even huger than before.
He turned to meet the onslaught of the dying beast, brought the stone down. Another head was crushed, and Cerberus staggered back.
Megalith once more picked up a massive rock. Quickly now he stepped around the dying dog, stood again over Zeus.