He rolled his eyes, fully expecting orcs, and holstered his revolver, and switched the sword to his left hand. He was already setting up mental kill lanes for the machine gun when the trolls stepped out, causing him to mentally pause to reassess the situation, and then sighed. "Well, this is going to be a good day. I was worried it was gonna be boring again, but killing trolls is always amusing. Tell me, do you boys regenerate, or do you have another trick up your sleeve?"<br/><br/>He put his long sword back into his right hand, and then jerked his left arm back, fully behind him, and twisted the energies in his gauntlets, summoning his custom made flamethrower. The range was a bit on the anemic side, a bare thirty feet at the best of times, so he was going to have to be up close and personal with them. It did have a special housing built onto it, making it nearly impossible to remove without first ripping his arm off, but the rest of the supporting system wasn't complete yet, so he had issues with precision aiming, at least with the machine gun, but with the flamethrower that was almost a benefit. "Sadly, I am not able to leave without her, so how about you come at me, I set three of you on fire, and then the last tells me who hired you? Or should I just assume it was the Winter Knight, and kill you all?"<br/><br/>He pointed the flamethrower at the closest one, and mentally activated its continual flame on the tip, though he didn't fire it yet. The target wasn't in range yet.