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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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Maybe he could in some other universe, but not this one.

Yeah, that's what he kinda thought.

He dropped his skateboard to the ground, planning out the best route to safety, and his eyes narrowed in concentration as he took off at top speed.

Which, even over grass, was pretty impressive. He was one of the top skaters in Canada.

Now see, when a troll catches sight of something moving faster than usual, it can't help but be attracted and want to catch it.

Hash (for that was this particular troll's name) broke out into a run after Jude.

"Haaaaaarsh," Jude wailed, his hand lashing out to grab a convenient tree, shooting him off to the side in an attempt to dodge.

"Hash," Hash grunted to correct him. Hash wasn't fast enough to follow the dodge, so it took him a few seconds to figure out where Jude had gone. That gave Jude a few seconds' lead before Hash started after him again, club flailing wildly in front of him.

Jude's leg pumped furiously to maintain his lead across the grass as he muttered a steady stream of "Not cool not cool not cool not cool . . ."

"Ung ung ung ung ung," Hash grunted behind him with each thudding step. He was making ground.

Jude tried another zag. And he would gotten away with it, too, if not for that meddling patch of mud which sent him sliding out of control, windmilling frantically.

If Hash had been a troll that followed metal, he would have thrown up the horns at his good luck. Instead, he went fumbling after Jude.

Jude hit the ground with a loud "Oof!", his skateboard shooting off into the night. He scrambled backwards, tripping over his feet as he tried to get to his feet and couldn't make it.

Hash finally managed to grab Jude by the leg. His bad leg. Ouch. He whipped Jude one way in the air, then tossed him like a rag doll in the other direction. Luckily for Jude though, Hash was one of the smaller trolls and didn't have the range of the one that had sent Nadia flying, so he only went hurtling a short distance.

The leg though? Probably major ouch.

Jude hit the ground hard, rolling twice before lying still on his stomach, gasping for breath and with his leg at an odd angle. He had to squeeze his eyes shut against tears of pain. Oh yeah. Jude definitely wasn't boarding anywhere for a while.

For the most part, Chad's tactic was simply a lot like what he had used in his bar fight; just clear shit out of the way. While he was doing so, though, he kept an eye out for anyone who might need something specifically cleared out of the way.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a certain skinny skateboy fly past and hit the ground. Quickly tossing away a troll in much the manner Jude had been tossed, Chad turned to get a better look. Oh, man. That looked bad. Real bad. He hurried over to help.

"Jude, man, you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside him, armoured arm flexed and ready to deflect any troll that might try to interupt the quick exchange.

"Chad, dude," Jude gasped, trying to sit up. "Busted my leg . . . troll's still after me . . ." He hissed in pain, his eyes watering.

Right on cue, the troll came running after Jude. He liked his new play thing.

Well, the troll would discover a new play thing, possible new cuddlething. He stood from where he kneeled down next to Jude, squaring his shoulders, slightly flexing his armoured arm.

Shit. He should have brought his helmet with him, too. Oh, well.

Chad stood there, challenging the troll to make his next move.

The troll tilted its head. "Ur?" He frowned. "UR!" He lunged for Chad.

Chad lunged for the troll, pulling his arm back and swinging it forward, hoping for the chance to hit it well before it tried to hit him.

Chad hit pretty well indeed. The troll reeled, then rubbed at its nose. "Ow." The troll's eyes started to water. It looked as if it was going to sneeze. That left it open to attack.

Chad exchanged his usual punch to the face with a kick to face, followed by a quick uppercut to the chin with his right hook. It should be powerful enough to send the troll up a bit and, Chad hoped, down in the ground.

The troll went up and went down. The 'down' part was accompanied by quite the thud and the ground shaking. "Guuuuuuur."

The ground-shaking think cause Chad off guard a bit, bracing himself as he tried not to lose his balance. He grunted, thoughtfully. Probably with trolls was not much to grab onto for throwing. He clenched his teeth together, tried to channel all his strength into his arm, holding it back, ready to strike once the troll stood up.

The troll finally sneezed. Anything in the vicinity in the direction it sneezed would have been covered in troll snot. "Gur." He shook his head and tried to push himself to his feet, leaving himself open to attack.

Okay, troll snot was mostly very gross. Chad grunted, shook the goo out of his hair before it dripped into his eyes. It was on now.

The charged arm swing, and hit, with a well-timed release of the spirit energy to strike the troll particularly hard. It sent the troll straight back with incredible force.

The troll went flying across the grounds rather like Nadia had earlier. When it landed, it landed hard, and wasn't getting up again any time soon. Score one for the Chad!

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