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Saturday evening, just outside the school grounds

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

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Walter was torn between wanting to play with his new toy - the troll - and worrying about his girlfriend, who, to the best of his knowledge, ordinarily did not fly.

Troll first, Nadia later.

He found himself curious as to whether he could pull the thing off its feet. Or pull its feet off, one or the other. The best test was another flurry of wire in an attempt to wrap its lower legs and ankles.

The troll had no idea why things were shooting out at its feet, so he kind of watched as it happened. It might have said "Buh?"

Sometimes things were just too easy. Sometimes not. With the troll's legs properly wrapped, Walter moved to the side, ensuring that if the troll tried to turn toward him, the wires wrapping its legs would come into play.

The troll did turn, and the yell he gave was something that was decidedly not happy. He didn't turn anymore in case that would make him yell again.

Walter's grin apparently had been learned from a certain vampire of his acquaintance, based on just how many teeth it showed.

Then he pulled.

That was a really loud scream from the troll, who was now shorter, and weaponless. He was still trying to reach for pieces of the cudgel, though, even if he could only throw them.

Walter was clearly enjoying himself as he first snapping the wires back into his rings and then picked off the bits of cudgel, grabbing them with individual filaments and whipping them back at the troll.

Picked up sadism from a pro? We don't know what you mean.

He held his hands up, trying to avoid getting his with his own weapon. Because that would be pathetic.

Yes, it would, which was why Walter liked it so much. Instead he went for wrapping the conveniently held up hands and wrists.

The troll might remember where things went from there.

There was another cry from the troll, who tried to tug his wrists free, because he was not smart. And then there was more yelling.

Pippi stumbles away from the troll she killed with her steel toed boots (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69755325#t69755325) in the direction of the vaguely Walter-shaped form she spotted in the fray.

She's badly scraped and bleeding from several places, mostly her legs.

"Walter?"

Walter looked away from his plaything and frowned to see Pippi's condition. "Pippi?"

He glanced back at the troll. "Hold on."

This time he went for a coup de grace. Playtime was over.

And it didn't even take a yell this time before the troll was nothing but stone pieces.

"Where's Pip? Where's Nadia?" Pippi flailed.

Oh shit. He'd gotten distracted, hadn't he?

"I saw Nadia... go... that way," he said, pointing toward where he'd last see her. "I haven't seen Pip yet. How badly hurt are you?"

"I... It just kind of itches." Pippi said. It looks like it's kind of starting to stop bleeding. "It tried to eat me!"

"You showed it how stupid that was, right?" He looked her over despite her saying it only itched and knelt to more closely examine her leg.

"Don't let one hit me over the head while I'm doing this," he muttered while he checked to see if she needed immediate help or if things could wait.

Pippi kept a weather eye out.

"I won't let any of them eat you but where are the others?"

She's getting kind of fidgety.

Walter might remember that, a long time ago, she was bitten by something else that caused itching too.

"Don't worry about it we gotta find Pip and Nadia, and Al, and Chad, and Willow, and Peter, Connor, and Cally, and... and..."

Walter did remember, but he also remembered that it had taken a bit of extra time between the bite and the meltdown.

"Right." He stood up and brushed off his hands. "They don't seem that difficult to kill. You and I should be able to do quite a lot of damage while we look for our friends."

And wouldn't that be fun?

Pippi nodded.

"What do we have for me to throw?"

There wasn't much where they were. He looked around speculatively, eyes falling on the shed where....

"That's the golf cart shed...."

"That's just... Yeah, let's go."

Walter strode to the golf cart shed and cut the lock on the door to pull it open.

"Right. I can cut them into quarters. That should do it, do you think?"

"Yeah, I can bunch them up into balls and we can kick them along so we can throw 'em when we need. Let's just hurry."

"Ask me for something difficult next time," Walter said, already throwing out silver filaments to do the job so smoothly that the carts didn't shift at all.

"Come on. I want to find Nadia."

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