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Not much of a fight...

As the other two trolls produce sharp instraments, you wonder if you will be able to fight these things off, sure, your a 10 foot monster with the strength of... something really strong, but...

You don't have time to continue your train of thought, as the trolls leap at you as one, two drabbing at your arms to try and immoblize you as the third readies his knife for a really nasty strike. Instinct takes over. Man you may be in mind, but a body like yours isn't one to sit around and wait for things like thinking to get in the way. Besides, these guys, are flies. Easily, you drag the two trolls grabbing your arms together, bashing them together before flinging them down either end of the hallway, where they slam into the walls with a vicious crack. A roar escapes your throat as you come down on all fours, cracking the stone beneath you as you snarl at the one holding the knife. Now faced with something that big alone, sobriety started to set in and the Troll starts to back away. But your adrenaline is pumping now, and in your body it's like a freight train, it's not something you can turn off and on. As the Troll turns to run, you move forward, out and grabbing the toll by the back of his shirt and draging him off his feet and into the air. The smell of blood emerges as were your claws raked his back. The Troll, now fully aware of how badly he had messed up, screams as you pull him back to you, grabbing him by the neck as you hold him inches from your face. You see the blood drain from his face, as he can feel the pressure threatening to snap him like a twig. You look his squarely in the eyes, and let lose a roar, showing him exactly what awaited him if he tried anything like this again. The Troll stares, obviously getting the message. You then snort, and toss him aside, moving down the hallway as the Trolls scrabbled to recover themselves.

You feel a twang of contentment, it actually feels good not to be the victim for once. You could actually get used to this...


Written by Dream Weaver

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