"NO!" Dylana screamed as her friend Liliana was felled by the half-orc. She tensed against the troll that held her but hesitated, knowing if she leapt forward into the fray the knife at her throat would open her up. She considered her options, she was kneeling on the ground, troll just behind, it's body pressing against hers. That meant of course, that the troll was on the ground with her, much more unstable than being on one's feet.<br/><br/>With a heave she shoved herself backwards into the troll. Her hands shot upwards grabbing the wrist of the dagger wielding arm. Surprise and their bodies falling backwards allowed her to wrestle the knife away from her throat, but the troll seemed to have arms like iron, and Dylana could not match it's strength. As soon as her throat was free of the blade, Dylana made a desperate dive for one of her knives...