“You flinched,” the Troll says. “That means you know what this is.”
“I told you he knows too much,” Bruce says.
“Why would you wave that in my face if it wasn’t dangerous,” I bluff.
“You were right,” the Troll says to Bruce. “It’s time to end this.”
Before he finishes the sentence, I’m out of the chair, grabbing his arm to aim the weapon anywhere but at me. The Troll punches me in the face with his other arm. I knee him in the crotch and spin him between me and Bruce. The emo caricature hits me in the back with the chair and the Troll slams me into the wall. I stomp on his foot. Bruce pitches in with kicks when he finds openings.
Defensive spells spring to mind unbidden and it’s a struggle not to use them. The full suite—improved reflexes, heightened senses, enhanced strength and heal
