Antaeus throw

Antaeus lunged. | rolled under his legs and stabbed him in the back of his thigh.
‘Argggh!’ he yelled. But where blood should’ve come out, there was a spout of sand, like I’d busted the side of an hourglass. It spilled to the ground, and the earth rose up to collect around his leg, almost like a cast. When it fell away, the wound was gone.
He charged again. Fortunately Il’d had some experience fighting giants. | dodged sideways this time and stabbed him under the arm. Riptide’s blade was buried to the hilt in his rips. That was the good news. The bad news was that it wrenched out of my hand when the giant turned,
and | was thrown across the arena, weaponless. Antaeus bellowed in pain. | waited for him to disintegrate.