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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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"Say please," Peter said, flipping back and punching Hesh in the face. "For example, please fall down!"

Kesh actually said, "please," and snarled when Peter went back on the offensive.

"Little pest," he grunted, aiming a kick low to Peter's shin.

"Was that so hard?" Peter asked, jumping over the kick and swinging a two-fisted blow at Kesh's face.

Hesh and Kesh hated thsi little human boy.

"No more playing," Hesh said and threw himself at Peter.

"Are you sure?" Peter said, jumping to dodge and coming down with a dropkick on Hesh's back. "I have Monopoly in my room if you want to play a bit more."

This little annoyance was...annoying Hesh and Kesh. The females would not be pleased to know they were not doing so well.

"Stop geek," one grunted, throwing several large rocks at Peter's head.

Peter charged the rock-throwing troll, dodging most of the rocks. A couple grazed him, but it didn't slow him down much before he could throw a strong punch at the troll's stomach. "OW!"

Troll stomachs are hard.

Hesh laughed and laughed and threw Peter away from him like a rag doll.

Peter landed on all fours and charged again. "You could have told me not to hit you in the stomach!" He grabbed a rock while on the run and chucked it at Hesh's face, following up with a dropkick to the groin.

Hesh yelped in pain, dropping to his knees and grunting. Kesh came over, attempting to help and Hesh, thinking Kesh was Peter, swung at his brother and connected with his own brother's groin.

"Ouch. That had to hurt." Not wanting to waste the slapstick assist, Peter picked up another rock and swung it at Kesh's face. "This should, too!"

Kesh's screamed in pain, scrabbled blindly at his face and fell over his brother. So, now there's two trolls on the ground, both trying to recover and both hating Peter Parker with the passion of eight thousand trolls.

"More irony: the guy who knew about iron hurting you and didn't bring any still took you down," Peter said. "Now please pass out!" To emphasize this, Peter started punching Kesh in the face very hard.

Kesh didn't have much opportunity to retatliate and, eventually, he did fall unconscious. Hesh, however, was still awake and he used his hand to club Peter in the back of the head.

Peter's spider-sense brought him out of his punching haze with just enough time to keep the clubbing from being too bad. Still, he had to roll over, off of Kesh.

"Brother," Hesh said sadly. Kesh didn't move. "Beat brother," Hesh said and charged at Peter.

Peter hopped back to his feet, ducked low, grabbed Hesh and used the troll's momentum to throw him.

Hesh hated this kid and, if he knew how, would've made him troll pudding. Instead, he landed on his back and kicked out instinctively.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of this," Peter said, catching the kick and punching Hesh's knee.

Hesh grunted in pain. "Troll pudding," he muttered and reached down to try and find something to throw at Peter.

He threw a clump of grass.

Peter dodged the... grass. "You're not even trying anymore," Peter said, jumping toward's Hesh's face to start hitting him with a flurry of punches.

Hesh was starting to get desperate and desperate people do desperate things. So, Hesh...passed gas.

"Oh my God, what did you eat?" Peter asked, staggering back. He picked up a rock and threw it Hesh's way.

Mmmm...secret weapon. The rock bounced off Hesh and he pulled himself up.

"Now you be die," Hesh said, displaying hideous grammar.

"Whomever taught you English should be punched in the throat," Peter said. This inspired him, so he ran forward and swung a punch at Hesh's throat. "So should you!"

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