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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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The troll wasn't so fast, and was soon trapped, struggling in place as he tried to pull his feet free.

"Hey!" The females hadn't said anything about this.

As long as he was stuck, he pulled the pole out of his eye and threw it back at the human.

Alphonse stood up, brushed off his gloves, then spotted the pole coming right for him.

He meant to get out of the way in time-- and curse letting his guard down just because this thing proved itself to be an idiot-- yet the pole managed to slam right into his side. When it made impact, he let out a hiss of pain, but Alphonse wasn't going to let that stop him.

"Try that again and I'll restrain your arms, too," he growled, grabbing back the pole. That troll had a thing for throwing stuff, didn't it?

The troll looked at him a little funny, because he couldn't try that again. He didn't have another pole.

Boy, and he'd been told humans were smart. He kept trying to pull his feet free, and the earth over the right foot started to crack and shift a little.

Alphonse stood carefully, keeping a close eye on the troll. Well, crap. He'd been trying to do this without having to get too close to it, but the most damage he made was a poked out eye with a pole. He warily eyed the foot coming close to being free-- Alphonse should have figured that wouldn't keep him contained for long-- and hastily (and probably frantically, too) tried to think up of anything...

If he really had to go up and personal to finish the thing off for good, then he would.

He began slowly approaching the troll, hesitantly even, waiting to see if it would make the first move at all. It was easier to plan according to what it did, anyway.

What the troll did was to lose its balance and fall forward as it finally managed to pull its feet free from the ground, giving a surprised roar as it stretched out its arms and prepared for the landing.

Having a high center of gravity sucked sometimes.

"Whoa!" Alphonse nearly danced backwards as the troll fell, since being squashed by it? Definitely not on his to-do list. When he felt like he was at a safe distance, he paused, glaring at the troll incredulously. "This is ridiculous," he sighed, keeping guard. "You should just give up if this is the best you can do."

The troll tried to explain about pride, and needing to provide for all the weetiny trolls of the future, and wanting to attract a mate worthy of the name, but was in fact a troll, and instead shouted "No!" moved forward, and made a grab for the human, planning to slam him against the ground.

His attempt to get out of the way-- with some grace, Alphonse was trying to put what he learned to good use-- didn't go entirely too well. He was pushed backwards with a good amount of force, hitting the ground hard on his back, causing Alphonse to loose all the air in his lungs. His weapon, if he could call it that much at this point, rolled out of his hand and away from reach; not that it mattered too much at the moment, as trying to regain his stature deemed itself more important.

Somewhere in the middle of that, Alphonse was beating himself up mentally at how lame that was.

The troll lumbered forward and grabbed for the human's feet with both hands, deciding to see if humans flew better than rocks.

He was bent down and completely open as he reached for Al.

No breath be damned, Alphonse noticed that opening and he was going to grab at that wonderful opportunity. To save time he didn't bother trying to get into a lunge first; still on his back, Alphonse swung the hardest kick he could muster towards the troll's gut.

The troll grunted and fell back a step or four, but mostly just looked annoyed by the kick.

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