Swamped

You decide to start by announcing your intentions.

"I have renounced the Master; I only seek to aid Reth now. What is to be gained from this test?"

The Giant laughs.

"You mortals think it so simple. The gods need no help from you. Nothing you have done so far was beyond their power. All you did was save them a little bit of trouble. Do you really expect their favor for such trifles?"

"You speak of the gods as a whole. Does the will of Reth differ?"

"Reth is but one of many, however the greblings may see it."

"That doesn't answer my question," you say, holding your ground.

"No, it doesn't. What difference does it even make? You have no idea how fortunate you are that the gods even consider you worth testing. Few mortals receive such an honor."

"Perhaps that's why your masters were so sparse on details," you say, starting to back up. "They haven't had enough practice with this. What is this test meant to prove? My sincerity? My power? What do I stand to gain if I pass it?"

"You would be better served focusing on the test itself," the Giant sneers. "And I doubt speaking to me further will help you with it."

It then shrieks as the confiscated slicer strikes one of its wings.

"It was an adequate diversion," you say, readying your quarterstaff. "And it was useful in gauging my opponent."

The Giant settles down; the wing you hit was crucial to its balance when flying. A battle where it's grounded is significantly more favorable to you.

Now you just have to work out how to best make your next strike.