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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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Seely stopped trying to hit the troll, mostly because his knee gave out and he fell over. He continued to hold the gun in a death grip.

"That your female?" the troll asked, pointing to the gun. He'd seen some males hold the females like that before.

"Not quite," Seely replied. The gun finally unjammed and went off. Pity it wasn't aimed higher than the trolls foot.

The troll dropped Seely to the ground, yowled in pain, tripped and fell ON TOP of Seely.

Seely yelped as he felt something in his side crack, and squeezed the trigger reflexively. Yes, while the troll was still on top of him.

Seely now had a stone dead troll on top of him and another troll advancing to see what was happening.

To be honest, Seely was currently slightly more worried about the fact that between the heavy stone troll crushing him and the burning sensation in his side he was having some trouble breathing than that new troll.

Parker, heading back toward the dorm, saw the developing scenario, and shot at the advancing troll, mostly to frighten him off. "Hey! You! Big guy! If I pay you, will you switch sides?"

"Unimportant human female," the troll said, brushing off the bullets and moving towards Seely with purpose.

"Parker?" Seely gasped. "Is that you?"

"Yes, hang on!" Parker stopped about twenty yards away, braced herself, and shot for the eyes again, advancing as carefully as she know how. "Hey, unimportant troll male! What happens if I shoot your groin?"

"Dirty human female," the troll replied and threw his club at Parker's head.

"Parker!" Seely yelped as he tried shifting into a more comfortable position. "Stop flirting and help me!"

Parker ducked and rolled away from the club, then picked it up and ran toward Seely's side. "Don't even start, troll-bait! And you--" Parker shot at the troll's groin again, three shots, as focused as she could make it, before dropping to her knees next to Seely. "No longer male troll! Get your own guy!"

The troll clutched his groin and toppled to the ground, screaming when his wound started to turn to stone.

"Hey, Parker," Seely grinned up at her in a 'oh god I can't feel my legs' way. "Think you could get me out from under this guy?"

"That's why I kept the club," Parker said, looking at him in concern. "Hold still. I think--" She put the club underneath the stone troll, then leaned all her weight on it, raising it a bare couple inches. "Can you roll out?"

"I can try."

Seely rolled out, screaming like a girl when he accidentally put pressure on his ribs.

Parker dropped the troll as soon as she could, and dropped to her knees next to Seely. "Okay, right, you're going to the clinic now. Jesus, you look hammered." She took off her jacket and tried to remember her First Aid training, taking a deep breath. "What's the worst?"

"Ribs," Seely gasped. He went to finally let go of his gun and yelped. "No, make that ribs and hands."

He grinned dopily. "You're really pretty."

"You're really hurt, aren't you." Parker rolled her eyes. "Okay, ribs first. I'll tie them with my jacket, assuming--" She *very* carefully ran her fingers overh is torso-- "None of them are sticking out or broken badly enough to be crushed? And we'll let the clinic deal with the fingers."

"Okey-dokey," Seely nodded, then blinked and giggled. "You're all fuzzy. Fuzzy Parker, pretty Parker, Parker, Parker, troll."

"Troll!?" Parker looked around, then relaxed. "Hey, who are you calling a troll?" Parker asked, securing her jacket around him to support his ribs, and brushing some of the blood out of his eyes. "I'm much better dressed. Can you walk at all?"

"Hi, Parker!" Zero called. "My boots are magic an' I'm workin' on a song! How's your day been?"

"Hi Zero," Seely waved, then stared at his hand. "I got trolled."

"Think so," he said, to Parker. "He hit my knee, but not swollen and or hurting too bad."

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