A good deal of time it had taken to walk to the Troll Shaws. And when they had gotten there, all the orcs they had ran into had been dead. And not just dead, but pounded to death. By something large and heavy. Hanindur was aware of someone saying: "But that means..." But he was too busy nocking an arrow to the string to notice anything else that was said as the realization came to grounds-- they were surrounded by trolls! He faintly heard the wizz of a well shot arrow against the air, and one troll fell over. Hanindur assumed that was one of the elf's shots, but this was no time to be worrying about who got the most kills, when their lives were in danger.
He pulled back, and let fly the arrow towards the nearest troll, silently praying that it would catch the creature between the eyes.
It didn't.
Silently cursing, and hoping that he wasn't too foolish to continue on against the maddened monster, he dropped his hands to his side, and pulled out his dagger, throwing it with as much strength as he could muster, without having another arrow on the string. The metal blade hit, and pierced, destracting the troll long enough for Hanindur to get another arrow on his bow, and fire. He was aware of another arrow, this time from above, also striking the troll, and, with the combined fire, the troll dropped with a strange howl in it's throat, as it fell over, dead.
If that had been the only troll, Hanindur would've relaxed, but there were too many to waste time now. He drew his sword, not even taking the time to reclaim his dagger, still imbeded in the head of the fallen troll, and slashed hard at a partly wounded troll, injured by the arrows shot by those with bows, and very angered.
He had fallen into the heart of the battle now, a battle not only to kill the trolls, but to hopefully keep his companions alive as well.
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