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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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"Trolls at twelve o'clock!" Z called.

"That's two o'clock, Z!" Bridge replies, firing off a shot.

"Shut up, I'm new at this!" Z said, shooting at the trolls.

One troll, not slowed by the energy fire, swung his cudgel towards Bridge and Z, aiming for shoulders and heads.

"Ack!" Bridge flails and ducks out of the way.

Several Zs hit the deck to avoid being flattened, because Z did not need five concussions when she reabsorbed them. "HEY!"

The trolls laugh at Bridge and Z, enjoying their talents. One troll advanced on Z, cudgel swinging dangerously and another moved towards Bridge, hands outstretched.

And then that Z was not there, as Z had reabsorbed her, her eyes glowing yellow for a moment. Now there were only four Zs.

The trolls were confused. "Trickery!"

One threw a rather large rock at Z.

Z dodged, but the rock clipped her arm. "Hey! OW!"

"Hey! No throwing rocks at my teammate!" Bridge says rather indignantly.

"Stop me then, pale boy," one troll said, smirking and swung his cudgel at Bridge's stomach.

"Since you asked," Bridge says, dodging the cudgel and bringing up his sidearm to fire again.

The troll was getting just about tired of the pale boy's attempts at harm. He whistled and a smaller, pudgier troll waddled over and curled himself into a ball.

The troll picked up the other troll and physically threw him quite hard at one of Bridge's ankles.

And Bridge? Goes down like a bowling pin.

Both normal and pudgy troll laugh. Pudgy troll stomps on Bridge's ankle for good measure before heading off to deal with more students.

"Ow, ow, ow." Bridge says. "That HURT!" he yells after the pudgy troll. "Mean."

The large trolls continues moving closer to Bridge, snickering and wondering how this school and its student ever survived.

Bridge scrambles around for something that's not his sidearm to throw, and picks up the rock the troll had thrown at Z. He hurls it, aiming for the troll's face.

The rock hits the troll, scratching his eye and causing him to yelp in pain. Now, the troll was pissed.

One of Z's replicates grabbed another rock and threw it at the troll as Z ran over to Bridge. "You okay?"

"Well, mostly. I'm pretty sure having a troll thrown at it made my ankle bend in ways it's totally not supposed to," he says with a wince.

The rocks are mere obstacles, annoyances, and the trolls continued on, clearly wanting these two to stop replicating and talking and everything!

"Okay, lean on my shoulder," Z told Bridge. Her eyes glowed for a moment as she created more replicates to hold off the trolls. "Let the fake mes fight for a while." She just hoped they didn't get beaten up too badly.

Bridge stands up, a little wobbly, and does as instructed. "Okay. Um. Clinic, or something?"

Saturday evening, just outside the school grounds

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