Thorgan had readied himself for the brute's charge, but he didn't have to. Allassiel had taken advantage of the distractiona and attacked the thing from behind. Cutting the tendons the creature could not stand and fell with a ground shaking thud. She was on top of the think in the blink of an eye driving her new sword into the creature. Blood sprayed everywhere from the killing thrust and then she mumbled something in Elvish and it sounded almost like she was cursing. His expression was neutral as he replied, "Well I didn't, and I was not worried, you were here." He stood there naked infront of her and didn't seemed bothered by it.<br/><br/>Not hearing the sound of battle anywhere else and then seeing the others running in their direction, he figured the Orcs that had attacked the camp had been dealt with. He turned without saying anything else and went back to the stream and retrieved his things and began dressing. Once he had donned his leather armor and tightened it on, he asked her. "What do you call that thing?" It evidently was with the Orcs and there is no creature here like that."<br/><br/>Timberlane, Lotharn, and Flagdon looked around the scene and only Lotharn recgonized the creature. "It is a Troll, a creature that the Orcs employ for wreaking havoc." Lotharn spoke up.<br/><br/>"Well then its a good thing that Allassiel knew how to deal with it." Thorgan kicked the dead carcass. "Are all the others dead?"<br/><br/>"Aye." Flagdon said. "Lotharn killed the last one trying to ride away on a great big wolf like creature. But the wolf things all ran off and if they be trained then they will return to the rest and they will know their masters failed to kill us."