The army is full engaged with the trolls, now, the respite given by the flaming oil helping to give them time to kill the trolls and reform the line, though the rain is soon spreading the flaming oil thin. Still, the fighting seems to be going well, and in his side's favor.<br/><br/>Then, a crack of lightning illuminates the field before him, accompanied by a bellowing roar that seems to drown out the thunder. The troll he saw out there was<em>massive</em>, easily standing twenty feet tall or more, and was lumbering straight in his direction, batting his own men out of the way with a club bigger than Caiaphas. As it draws closer, another flash of lightning reveals it again, along with the most horrifying feature; the troll has not one, but<em>nine</em>heads, each one full of menace and hatred as it charges directly towards him.