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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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"Phoebe and Lana," Bel confirmed. "I don't know about anybody else."

He looked over Anders and his weapon. "If that thing hurts them, have at it."

Anders nodded. "You got it, man."

One of the trolls swaggered up toward Anders and Bel, club raised to attack.

Bel held out his sword in front of him, ready for the attack. "Stay behind me," he growled at Anders.

Anders nodded. He did have a snarky reply in mind to the effect of "thought it was the other way around," but now? So not the time for that.

He triple-checked his gun again to make sure it was reloaded, patted the side of his jacket for the Walther PPK sidearm he had stashed away, and fell in behind Bel.

The troll roared and brought his club down toward Bel's head.

Bel sidestepped the blow, spinning around and swing the sword, slicing through the troll's wrist. It roared in pain, took a step back, then picked up its club with its good hand.

Anders brought the rifle up and fired, aiming for the troll's club hand rather than trying to take a kill shot.

The troll flailed and dropped the club again as the bullets hit its hand. It lowered its head and lumbered forward at full speed toward Anders and Bel.

Bel braced himself with the sword held in front of him, stabbing at the troll as it ran at him.

Which left Anders a little bit hesitant. He didn't trust his aim well enough in this sort of situation to try and shoot around Bel, and he sure as hell didn't want to hit Bel with a bullet or three -- so he darted just a step or two to the side and brought up the Walther PPK instead, waiting, but not firing.

The troll impaled itself on Bel's sword. In its death throes, it spun around Bel and threw itself at Anders.

Not that Anders was, as of yet, aware that it was dying. He fired off a couple of shots that probably went wide, given that he was also, you know, trying to leap sideways at the same time.

The troll fell in a stoney heap between Anders and Bel. It twitched once, then was still.

Bel snarled angrily and swung his sword at the still troll, slicing its head off.

"I don't think it's getting any deader than that, man," Anders said. As if that stopped him from firing a couple of purely gratuitous shots into its body.

"Just making sure," Bel growled, watching as all the parts of the troll turned to stone.

"Nice work," Anders told him. "You're, uh . . . very effective in this form."

And more than a little bit scary, but Anders was insistently suppressing that thought.

Bel managed to clamp down on his anger long enough to shift back into human form. "Yeah, I'm a lot stronger like that," he said.

"I bet," Anders replied. "Must be helpful."

"Comes in handy," Bel smirked.

"For more than just fighting?" asked Anders.

"What else did you have in mind?" Bel asked, smirking more.

"Oh," Anders said evasively, "nothing really. Just curious."

"I'll bet," Bel said. Alas, there was not much time for flirting, because, hey, more trolls to kill.

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