The first few's screams still hang in the air, as the ones behind them turn and start to flee, causing mass confusion as the trollish army begins running into itself, the sheer weight from behind carrying tit forward, only to mill about in the middle of the kill zone, trying to figure out which way to turn. Finally, a bellowing roar sweeps across the battlefield, and the trolls begin to flee, falling back to where they launched the attack, having suffered massive losses.<br/><br/>The army cheers at their victory, but Sapphire, nearby, doesn't look quite as certain. "They're planning something," she says to him, quietly.