It wasn't that the troll was playing dead, but the conversation before they had charged, what there had been of it, and suddenly it clicked. It was not magic items, those were too expensive to waste on such brutes, and were traceable, but potions were extremely less so on both accounts. Especially if they had ate the damn bottles. He danced backwards and put the six shots from the revolver into the troll putting its leg back on, trying to place them in its head and spine, as regrowing those would be extremely difficult to finish before he finished killing its allies. Not that they would be standing much longer, the flamethrower and machine gun had done considerable damage to them all, and switching his sword from flaming to acid would finish the job in short order. He didn't bother with finesse, simply running them through with the now green and dripping sword, and then removing their heads to ensure they were dead.