...<em>The poor fools.</em><br/><br/>They were clearly following advanced tactics, far more than he would have anticipated from a 'mere' troll, but clearly this troll, like the white he had dealt with to get that flame flower thing, was an exception to the usual rule. He frowned, watching them flow around the boulders in the field, and noted that he had picked the boulder height a bit low, but it would fragment upwards enough to catch major organs. He waited, and tweaked his primer groupings, able to do that after spending most of yesterday, when not getting distracted by Sapphire, working on them. He picked five of them, a 'w' formation, the middle one already in the wedge, and primed them. He had two more in the area, having put the two extras in the center to counter the tendency to overfill the middle, but they wouldn't spread enough to get to the inner flanks without actually being pushed there. The other bombs were in the area between the center and the flaming forest, so the trolls were hosed as he gave the commander an expensive lesson in why massing is a bad idea. And why massing against HIM was a worse one.<br/><br/>He pulled out the triggering device, intent on trying it anyway despite not expecting it to work, and jumped back. "HEADS DOWN!"<br/><br/>He pushed the trigger, and waited a couple seconds, before shaking his head and twisting the energies in the primers. Once the explosions had died down enough to be heard, he roared again. "CATAPULTS, LIGHT AND FIRE CENTER!"