"Contemptible little troll. Yes, you have venom. Yes, you have your bile, your false logic, your unreasoning contempt. But you are naught, nothing, a vast, wallowing emptiness upon this place, and I bid thee - die!"
With these words, Rolling Thunder stepped back, and, reversing his blade, struck a blow upon hoopyfrood, and another, and another. The troll cried out in pain as the power of Unrepentant Fury clove into it's vile, stinking flesh, the pestillence and reek of intellectual decay assailing his senses. But still the rotten thing stood, an insulting prescence upon the pristine white-blue fields of The Escapist.
"Damn thee, begone!" snarled Thunder, even as he backstepped, reversing his heavy blade, and slammed the pommel into the troll's skull. With a wrenching, bilious mewl, the troll staggered, and Thunder resumed his task.
With these words, Rolling Thunder stepped back, and, reversing his blade, struck a blow upon hoopyfrood, and another, and another. The troll cried out in pain as the power of Unrepentant Fury clove into it's vile, stinking flesh, the pestillence and reek of intellectual decay assailing his senses. But still the rotten thing stood, an insulting prescence upon the pristine white-blue fields of The Escapist.
"Damn thee, begone!" snarled Thunder, even as he backstepped, reversing his heavy blade, and slammed the pommel into the troll's skull. With a wrenching, bilious mewl, the troll staggered, and Thunder resumed his task.