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"NO!" Owacyn screamed as he saw Anga hurled by the troll. He ran up to the troll that had ht hm and leapt on its back, plunging his sword into it again and again, the trolls tough skin made every thrust an effort, but he kept stabbing and stabbing. The troll moaned as it fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from the many wounds.
Owacyn ran over to Anga, and lifted up his head, the lifeless eyes stared back at him, "Why you!" he shouted into his face angrilly. He gritted his teeth and turned around, a vicious rage in his eyes. He spritined over to a troll that had just caught Elrohir and knocked him off balance, and leapt up, thrusting his sword into its thick neck, severing the windpipe and the artery. The precision attack dropped Arathorn's jaw, and Owacyn twisted in mid air and yanked the sword out, ripping a huge chunk out of the troll's neck...
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