He hadn't been there, instead choosing to give himself a blinding headache to make a minor illusion, and the troll discovered his real location as he slammed the blade into the side of the troll's torso. He could still sense the troll, but it was bad, he was greying out, but the blade bit deep, and the keg slotted as he left. There WAS a power source nearby, but he was already past his last leg already, and didn't have much a choice. He concentrated, and then mentally reached out and tapped into the latent energies around him. Blossom had taught him how to refill using the land, but that took time, time he didn't have. Instead, he would tap into a far more volatile, and controversial, energy source.<br/><br/>He tapped into the energy of battlefield death, pain and slaughter.