[ArwenBaggins]

Eirian caterwauled and held his sword in a fighting stance, jumping from behind the tree and toward the trolls. "Kill nasty men!" The large lumbering beast yelled, swinging his ax accurately; Eirian ducked out of the way and saw it as the oppertune moment to lodge his blade in the troll's chest cavity. The troll groaned and fell.

Another troll was there waiting. While battling it, cries of 'Anga' seemed to float over the battlefield. He sliced off a finger, a hand, and then an arm, the new troll swinging his mace and striking with amazing accuracy. Eirian had no time to dodge; it struck him with terrible force in the side and flung him through the air, landing on his swollen wrist and howling with pain.

Eirian found himself lying not far from a motionless Anga. It didn't take a second glance- his body was crumpled and his chest was eerily still. Eirian didn't have time to think about others, however; he was in enough pain to pass out if he didn't keep his mind away from it. Wiping some blood from his lip, Eirian used his sword to get up and ran back into the battle with the one-armed troll.

This battle wasn't as 'fun' as the others.