He was the largest one of our kind I ever saw.

Nor did I ever see one of the Fire People so large as he, nor one of the Tree People.

Sometimes, when in the newspapers I happen upon descriptions of our modern bruisers and prizefighters, I wonder what chance the best of them would have had against him.
I am afraid not much of a chance.

With one grip of his iron fingers and a pull, he could have plucked a muscle, say a biceps, by the roots, clear out of their bodies.

A back-handed, loose blow of his fist could have smashed their skulls like egg-shells.