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Philip yelled and charged. The black took a flying leap, jumping over the heads of more that a few goblins. He landed in chaos. Goblins were all around, and Philip’s sword was like a blur of deadly fire. Finally the goblin line ended, and he was face to face with the dwarves.
Fear was etched into their wide, brown faces, so Philip turned quickly around. There in front of the Tor was a full-grown troll bull (strong and big (slightly stooped) male troll with wicked horns); a horror heard of only in the tales of long-past goblin wars (there was a goblin war, similar to the one happening at this time, about 100 years earlier). Its thick iron armor covered its whole body, complete with large shin guards, spiked boots, wickedly spiked bracers, a massive helmet, and a long flowing black cape, showing his place as the leader of the assault. The thing carried a massive two-handed and two-bladed axe in his huge hands.
A troll is fear itself; but this was fully armored troll bull with a massive axe and the smarts enough to lead an army. The dwarves despaired, ready to flee to their mines to starve in the dark; but there was one among them who did not wish to waste away in despair! The Tor stood tall, (he had already dismounted knowing how best to fight trolls) despite his short stature, and stepped up to the beast, looking straight at it although he had to look up.
“Do you have a death wish fool!” it roared, and even the goblins trembled.
“Do you that you would take on the might of the dwarves, humans, elves, and Tors together!?” challenged Philip in a strong voice. He grasped a fallen axe and flung the heavy weapon at the troll’s armored head. It hit with a solid clang and the thing roared; Philip ran back, yelling for the dwarves to fire arrows.
Arrows came flying by Philip, more than he expected for dwarves were poring in by the minute. Most had bows.
“Fire! Find his weak spots!” he yelled as he rallied the front line of dwarves. “Friend dwarves, this is a dire situation so we must act! Now, the arrows will aggravate him if nothing else. That will make him charge us, and we must stand. Use your axes and try to get behind him. Chop his legs out from underneath him, but mind his spiked boots!”
A loud roar shook the earth and filled Philip’s head with its fury. The bull troll charged; the dwarves stood their ground as the beast came crashing into their midst. Many a dwarf was swept away by the massive axe, but a few got around behind the troll.
Suddenly a clear horn split the air and Philip looked up to see Talben Meroth charging at the head of his horsemen toward the goblin flank. Goblins ran shrieking and the troll turned to look.
“Now!” yelled Philip, but the dwarves needed no bidding. They swarmed around him hacking furiously at the thick leg plates. Meanwhile the archers continued to volley arrows at the large creature. Then Philip saw the troll go down on one knee; a strong dwarven axe had finally smashed through the armor. Philip dropped his bow and ran full speed towards the troll. Snatching some poor dwarf’s axe, Philip jumped forward. He planted one foot on the troll’s broad knee and used it to spring towards the head. The Tor smashed his axe deep into the leather that protected the commander’s neck.
The troll roared, gurgled, and then fell. Dwarves charged at their enemy; he was dead.
