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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1157850" data-attributes="member: 2292">Halgo’s call galvanizes his companions into action.  There is the steely whisper of swords springing from sheaths and morning-stars being readied.  The troll remains quiet as it attacks, so everyone can hear the sluggish slosh and clink of amored figures slogging through the snow drift to attack the tall beast.  Blarth and Geoffrey are determined but cautious, emminantly aware of the lip of the ledge not ten feet away, but Yip charges along with reckless speed, his small paws dancing across the snow, before launching himself at the troll with a level flying kick.  A claw flashes out to catch up, missing the fast-moving kobold by inches and plunching into the snow.  Yip smiles, paw connecting with troll shin, the blow eliciting a hiss of pain from the creature as he drops to the ground in a defensive stance.  The troll looks down at the kobold at its feet, reaches down to grab Yip with the other claw just in time to receive a sharp set of kobold teeth nipping at the fleshy part of its hand.  The Troll pulls its hand back in a panic, its attention distracted long enough for Blarth to blunder through the snow and slide a psionically charged sword into its ribs.  Troll flesh opens with the sound of wet cloth tearing, the blue-tinged blood spilling over the snow.  “Unglat,” the troll rumbles, anger writ across its beastial features, its wounds already knitting together at a fantastic rate.  It lashes out with both claws, catching Yip across the shoulder and punching through Blarth’s banded mail.  Both fall back a step, sword and fists held high and ready to parry another blow, circling around to use as much of the remaining drift as they can for cover.  A sharp hiss fills the air as Gunnar lets fly with an arrow, catching the troll in the upper chest.  Halgo clenches his teeth against the pain of his wounds, hisses out the words to a mage armor spell as he tries to scramble out of the trolls reach.  His task is made difficult by the close proximity of the ledge, forcing him to adopt a sideways crab-scuttle, but Yip reckless attack seems to have drawn the trolls attention away from the wizard.  Geoffrey is quick to step into the space left by his comrade.  He holds his morning star at the ready, glaring at the troll with anger.“St Cuthbert Guide Me,” he whispers quietly, then swings the weapon as hard as he can.  Holy energy seems to flow through his arm, lending him a fragment of his deity’s holy power.  The morning star connects, and there is a sickening gurgle of pain from the troll as a wave of destructive power floods through the mace and into its body.  Yip and Blarth press the attack, Yip twisting his way through the trolls legs to flank from behind, and Blarth lashing out with another powerful blow that almost cuts one of the trolls legs free.  The troll hisses in pain, a surprisingly soft sound given the blood that flows from its wounds.  The flesh and bone of its leg starts to fuse, letting it hobble uncomfortably, and it turns its glowing eyes to Blarth with a look of pure hatred.  Both hands leap forwards, talons bared and ready to cut through flesh.  There is the screech of claw on metal for the space of half a second, then the claws seem to find purchase.  Blarth’s armor screams in protest as the trolls talons penetrate, almost lifting the half-orc off his feet as the creature pulls apart with all its strength.  Blood fountains across the snow as both clawed troll hands try to separate Blarth like a wishbone, then there’s a pained grunt as the half-orc is dropped back into the snow.  Torn bands of armor hang loose from their moorings, bloodied flesh evident underneath.“Damn,” Geoffrey mutters, looking at the bloody mess that was once Blarth’s chest.  “Not good.”The half-orc is still breathing, struggling to his feet, but blood flows over him like a tunic and the snow around his feet is gradually turning a deep crimson.“Blarth mad,” he wheezes, but both sword and shield are held low and without his usual strength.  The troll blinks, momentarily taken aback by the fact that his foe is still standing after such a deadly blow.  One can almost see it's slow brain trying to process how it happened, running through the list of gnolls and mountain cats that have been felled by such blows.  Halgo takes advantage of its confusion, hitting it with an acid arrow that starts burning through the troll’s chest.  Gunnar fires a second arrow that lands only a few inches from the first, and Geoffrey hammers through the troll’s defenses again.Yip flurries from behind the creatures, arming a series of short sharp blows at the Troll’s lower back where he guesses important internal organs should be located.  One of his strikes hits, drawing another grunt of pain from the wounded giant, but it does little to slow the creature down.  Blarth, swaying slightly with blood loss, reaches for the psionic whistle at his belt.  Next to him, Geoffrey bats at Blarth’s hand away from the potent weapon.“Avalanches,” he grunts, the troll’s claw battering against his shield.  Blarth nods blearily, trying to make out the words through the haze of his wounds.  Instinct demands obedience, however, and he's subconsciously started to manifest bio-feedback before he's even aware of what Geoffrey has warned.  The pain recedes, but his reactions are slowed and sluggish.  The troll’s claw slashes through his defenses even as he pulls his blood away from the wounds, and Blarth slumps down into the snow.  “Dammit,” Halgo grunts.  He fires his crossbow bolt, watching it spiral into the snow above the trolls head.  “He dead?”Geoffrey just shakes his head, cracking a few of the troll’s ribs with a carefully placed strike.  He’s close enough to see that Blarth’s still breathing, his chest rising and falling smoothly.  “His manifestation probably saved his life,” Geoffrey thinks, and then the troll’s claws are slashing at his face.  He curses to himself, forces his attention back on his foe.  On the other side of the creature, Yip is battering at its lower back.  Geoffrey hears a muted squelch, a sound he’s often associated with something inside the body popping open suddenly and loudly, and he swings as hard as he can as the Troll rears in pain.  The morning star catches the creature under the chin, the bladed points tearing a huge rent in its throat and neck.  The troll staggers backwards a half-pace before falling to the ground, the wounds already beginning to close.“It’ll be up again in a few seconds,” Halgo calls out.  “Move fast.”Yip does.  Letting out a strangled roar of rage, the small monk leaps onto the prone form of the troll and starts hammering at it with his fists.  Within the space of seconds, the trolls face becomes a bruised and broken mess.“So,” Halgo gasps, trying to catch his breath while Yip batters the troll further than its regeneration can heal.  “Anyone got some fire?”</blockquote>

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