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Mad Baggins · 06-16-2004, 03:53 PM

The intensity of the battle had not waned, and Beroth was feeling his limbs begin to slow with weariness. His heart was pounding and he was breathing in short, sharp gasps. He wiped an arm across his forehead and it came away coated in sweat and blood. Running to and fro in the midst of the fray, he killed yet another troll. Then another, and then another...

The battle was long, so very long. Where are all these trolls coming from? Beroth wondered. They were seemingly popping out of nowhere. Dodging the trolls that were lumbering about, swinging their clubs and maces was a cumbersome and dangerous task.

Beroth leapt over a corpse and confronted an enormously obese troll. It roared and swiped at him with a paw. He sidestepped and then danced back in to deliver a fatal blow with his sword.

Time for a different approach, he mused, running for a tree. Sheathing his sword, he grabbed a branch and swung up into the crotch of the tree. He took out his bow and whipped an arrow from his quiver. The arrow sang through the air, straight and true, and found its mark: the eye of a troll. It bellowed in agony and pawed at its face. Before it could pluck out the arrow Beroth had sent two more, one into its other eye and the last into its throat. The troll moaned and crashed to the ground.

Smiling, Beroth snatched another arrow and sent it on its way.

06-16-2004, 03:53 PM	#11
Mad Baggins Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: A place where after thunder golden showers come falling like a rain of flowers. Posts: 371	Beroth The intensity of the battle had not waned, and Beroth was feeling his limbs begin to slow with weariness. His heart was pounding and he was breathing in short, sharp gasps. He wiped an arm across his forehead and it came away coated in sweat and blood. Running to and fro in the midst of the fray, he killed yet another troll. Then another, and then another... The battle was long, so very long. Where are all these trolls coming from? Beroth wondered. They were seemingly popping out of nowhere. Dodging the trolls that were lumbering about, swinging their clubs and maces was a cumbersome and dangerous task. Beroth leapt over a corpse and confronted an enormously obese troll. It roared and swiped at him with a paw. He sidestepped and then danced back in to deliver a fatal blow with his sword. Time for a different approach, he mused, running for a tree. Sheathing his sword, he grabbed a branch and swung up into the crotch of the tree. He took out his bow and whipped an arrow from his quiver. The arrow sang through the air, straight and true, and found its mark: the eye of a troll. It bellowed in agony and pawed at its face. Before it could pluck out the arrow Beroth had sent two more, one into its other eye and the last into its throat. The troll moaned and crashed to the ground. Smiling, Beroth snatched another arrow and sent it on its way.