Saturday evening, just outside the school grounds

[fh_extras]

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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Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

The rock hit Grthbt in the nose.

That just made him angrier. He roared again and pulled out a club, which he swung straight down at Anders.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders dove to the side and rolled out of the way.

Or rather, rolled toward Grthbt.

Er. Oops.

How did a kneecap shot at close range feel for a troll, anyway?

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

Like it sucked, of course. Grthbt fell forward, still roaring.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders somehow -- he'd never be sure quite how afterward -- squirmed out of the way. Just barely, and certainly not enough to avoid the whiff of troll reek.

He pulled the trigger again, aiming for Grthbt's side this time, and -- nothing. Out of ammo. Crap.

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

The troll started to laugh, and grabbed for more rocks to throw.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Luckily, Anders had grabbed the Walther PPK he'd been using lately from the weapons locker as well. Even more luckily, he remembered he had it. (No, he didn't remember which pocket he'd stowed the extra rifle ammo in at the moment.)

There was just that matter of not remembering, in the current situation, how to disengage the safety.

He settled for trying to bash the troll over the head with the butt of the assault rifle, instead.

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

This didn't make the troll very happy, so it grabbed for the rifle.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Like hell you do!" yelled Anders, kicking out at the troll's head. "This isn't even mine!"

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

"Give. Me. Hurty!" The troll ignored the boot to the head and kept yanking on the rifle.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders tried stomping on his wrist instead, all the while still fumbling with the safety on the PPK.

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

The troll ignored that, too, except for a growl, and yanked harder.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Let. The frak. Go!" snapped Anders.

Oh look, there went the safety on the PPK. He gave the troll's wrist another stomp for good measure, aimed with the handgun, and fired.

Re: At the gates

[fh_extras]

And that would be a rockified and crumbly troll.

Re: At the gates

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hell with this," Anders muttered. "I'm getting my Glider."

Of course, as he headed off with that in mind, he ended up running into Bel instead (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69761981#t69761981).