I"m walking through the woods. It"s raining. It’s cold, damp, and miserable. I am not a happy person. Then the undergrowth ahead of me suddenly parts and a large troll steps out. It looks about as happy as I am. The green of its face is more than enough to tell me that it"s not going to back away quietly. Damn it.
not The troll raises its club and charges at me. Not a great move for it, but I’m still willing to be magnanimous. It lets out an ear bursting roar that sends blinding spikes of agony through my head, and that is the final straw for me. With a flick of my hands and a moment"s thought I send a fireball smashing into it, blasting it off its feet and incinerating it in one fell swoop.
that The smell of roasted meat makes my stomach churn. I make it ten feet beyond the t
