<b>As she hid behind the tree, feeling the troll's hit rattling through the trunk, she glanced over at Thorgan. He was handling himself well, and the orcs he fought seemed to falter at his relentless attacks. Attempting to duck out of her hiding spot only got her a fresh swing from the troll's mace and, trapped, she started looking for something to distract him.<br/>
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The distraction came, though not from her, however. She could hear Thorgan taunting the beast. Was he mad? Did he have any idea what a troll could do? Likely not, as there'd been no mention of anyone ever seeing one. That meant the orcs had brought their muscle with them.<br/>
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But he'd given her the opening she needed and, wasting no time, she came from behind the tree swinging. One, two, three slashes across the troll's calves and the great beast let out a roar of pain, turning to face his attacker. The move was a mistake, as the damaged tendons in his legs could no longer hold up his bulk. He raised his mace, stumbled, then came crashing down, the ground beneath him shaking on the impact.<br/>
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She didn't wait for him to try and get up again. Jumping onto his back, she lifted her sword and drove it into the troll's neck, giving it a vicious twist before pulling it out. The only movement from the prone mass now was the black blood spurting out of the whole, spraying Allassiel and the surrounding ground.<br/>
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Muttering something in Sindarin that was clearly a curse, she jumped down and faced Thorgan. "Are you alright? You could have gotten yourself killed." </b>