He wrinkled his nose at Severus. "Hey, you want to try to lift a two or three hundred pound log with fire and wail it at someone with your freaking mind, you go right ahead. Show me how I'm doing it wrong."

He concentrated on the log, fire building up underneath it, through it, encasing it as he started it in a cyclone. It shuddered, twitched, then finally started to move upward and Stiles brought the whole spinning mess over towards the giant.

And one, and two and three-- the last spin caught it on the back of the head, toppling it forward. Then he extinguished the fire and let the log drop onto its head, driving its thumbs further into its now shattered skull.

Excuse him while he looked far too pleased with himself.