Ademar looked at the young woman. She appeared experienced, aggressive and ready for a fight. All important qualities to have based on the current situation. One does not walk into a Troll trap unprepared expecting to walk out free and clear. Also, now was not the time for introductions. Pressing matters would delay that conversation. Then it donned on Ademar to strike from the rear and work his way forward towards the young woman. She'd already taken down a few and seemed to be doing exceptionally well.<br/><br/>Just as he jumped to the last visible Troll, blades at the ready, the woman took a hit to the shoulder, losing a sword in the process. Ademar did not see it happen. He was confident, from what he did witness; she was skilled and quite capable of fighting these behemoths. He jumped believing the trolls near her were soon to be dead.<br/><br/>Once behind the last troll, he jumped again into the beast's rear, plunging his right hand blade into the Troll's back. The creature never had a chance. It flopped forward onto its face taking Ademar's sword with him. The former<span style="font-style: italic">Companion</span>jumped onto the Troll pulling hard on his sword, struggling to remove it from the creature's back.<br/><br/>Before the sword was free from the torso, a Troll had gotten the drop on Ademar. He missed one. The creature slammed a club into his side, knocking him to the ground. The hit knocked the wind right out of him, possibly creating more damage to his ribs. Ademar winced, grunted when he hit the ground, losing the longer blade in the process. He knew he  had to get to his feet. He struggled while forcing the wind into his lungs. It took great effort.<br/><br/>He quickly rose to one knee recognizing an imminent threat. He grabbed a throwing knife from his kit and loosed it at the Troll who whacked him in the side. The blade did not turn properly, skimmed off the beast's shoulder, thudding harmlessly to the ground. Slightly annoyed, Ademar retrieved a second blade. He retreated slightly. The creature was closing the gap. He threw the second blade. The troll was almost upon him. The blade struck firmly in the jugular. The Troll dropped to its knees. Ademar reached for the blade and pulled it out. Instantly an arterial spurt extending almost ten feet began drenching the dry sand with the hot red liquid.<br/><br/>Ademar gathered his weapons, reholstering the two throwing daggers and returning the swords to his hands. He jumped back to where the young woman was. He was curious to see if she was alright. He recognized a wound in her shoulder. He could feel the sharp pain in his ribs, but he made the mental notion to suck it up for now. He would assess how serious it was later. Ademar took up a position to the woman's left prepared to take on two trolls heading right for the both of them.