Nelynda pulls out her lute and strums a few light chords, sweet and airy, almost ethereal and poignantly beautiful.  Tapping her toe, she hardened the tone and increased the beat until the instrument was jarring out a blood-pounding rhythm.  Rolling at the hip and twisting at the shoulder as she strummed out the harsh licks and pulsing melody, she let her sensual body go:  her feet moving so rapidly they seemed to blur as she danced her way toward the confused troll.<br/><br/>The heavy, catchy beat took on greater melody when she started to sing, and waves of bone-jarring power washed over her audience of one, inspiring him to greater courage and bolder intent.<br/>"Back to black<br/>Hit and hack<br/>Cut him up - rip and smack..."<br/><br/>The tune went on as she sang and as she moved, her body twisting, rolling, swaying as the harsh notes and the harsher tune ripped over the starlit sands.  Using a dagger as a pick, she strummed out notes obviously too loud to come from the small instrument she carried.  But the pounding beat washed over the beach anyway, washing over the lapping waves to the north and reverberating across the grasslands to the south.  And, dagger and lute in hand, she danced her way next to the troll, the tiny blade posing small but real threat to the hulking giant.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC/DC - Back In Black (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkkL_aDrIyU#)</div></div>