Karl Dies in this Book: Chapter 9

The chair the giant threw was faster, luckily I'm cheap and the chair was made out of press board, so it shattered. It also pushed me into the bedroom door, okay, through the door. Damn, everything is my house was flimsy.
This was further proven when I turned around to see my kitchen table soaring towards me, only to explode harmlessly against the door frame. Inches from my face, peppering me with bits of wood and glue. I kicked the door shut and tipped over a dresser to brace it, just as two more chairs hit the flimsy, practically cardboard door.
I dashed to the gun safe that I had stopped locking after my wife left, no kids and I didn't leave the house after all. I picked up the Mare's Leg, then considered what my target was and put the little gun back. I looked at all my large caliber guns, no ar15s, because Canada.
I finally decided on my biggest cartridge, the Henry 4570, not a very big rifle but it fired a very big bullet. Now on the next problem, the ammo was in the laundry room, between me and the Colussus but still very much out reach.
So held the rifle in my left, grabbed the Freyr with my right and got ready to fight. I had just kicked the dresser away when I heard a voice.
"Holy shit, you are big... Holy shit, that's big." followed by the distinctive sound of several small caliber pistol rounds being fired.
I flung the bedroom door open, it promptly came of the hinges and fell to the floor. Karl was standing in my front door, Glock pistol in hand, getting to fire again. The giant was quickly bearing down on him, I considered my options and threw the axe, catching the Colossus in the left shoulder. He roared again.
The giant spun on me and I ducked into the laundry room, but not before I noticed the purple shade his testicles had become. Karl fired again.
"Don't hit my axe!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Don't tell me what to do!"
See the problem with the 9mm is they aren't much bigger or faster than a 22, and the giant looked to be almost eight feet of chiseled, muscled statue. The little rounds only seemed to be pissing him off if anything.
I found the box of 4570 and opened it to find three unspent rounds.
"Fuck."
I loaded one in the chamber and dropped the other two into the magazine tube. I heard the sound of a trigger clicking on nothing, followed by the snickt thump of a mag drop. Times up.
I stepped out of the laundry room, shouldering the rifle as I went. As soon as the Colussus came into the sight I squeezed the trigger. I also blinked, the 4570 kicks like a mule. My vision returned and my hearing left, replaced by excruciating ringing.
I'd hit the giant's right arm, almost tearing it off, the bone shattered and flesh shredded. Karl was staring at a hole in the wall inches away and mouthing something that might have been, "what the fuck."
I levered in the next round, the old cartridge falling soundlessly to the floor, aimed for the head of the Colussus of Rhodes. Squeezed. Blinked.