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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 accepted the challenge, charging at Chad with a loud roar.

Chad pulled back his arm, swinging forward as the troll neared, hoping to get a nice square punch in his ugly troll face.

The punch connected, and the troll decided to fight fire with fire. Or he would have if he understood the phrase. He tried to do it right back.

Chad blocked the troll's punch by catching his fist, then using his strength to push him back.

It worked to push him back a couple steps, and then the troll lunged at him, harder.

Chad tried to step away from the lunge; he knew he wasn't often very quick, but he was hoping he could be quick enough to move out of the way and still conk a fist on the troll's head.

The troll was not very appreciative of that, and growled at him. Then stepped forward and aimed a punch at him.

The punch definately hit, but Chad had braced himself for it, arm in front of him to block it. The troll definately would have felt a block like that, and the force of the troll's punch pushed Chad back a few steps. He responded with a punch. Punching's pretty much mostly what he did.

The troll's head conked back a bit, and he responded with two quick punches to Chad's midsection.

Chad took the punches, cringing into each of them, but he wasn't going to let them effect him. Each was meant with a grunt, and then he charged into the troll, meeting his punches and then raising him one.

The troll took those, then attempted to headbutt him.

Chad took the headbutt with a grunt, and used the positioning of the troll to wrap his arms around the troll's waist. From there, he remembered to bend with his knees as he picked the troll up over his shoulder, but staggering a little. The guy was heavier than Chad expected, and he was a little out of practise in this whole lifting heavy things thing.

The troll kicked him hard in response. If he fell, he fell.

Damn. That hurt! Chad grunted, and heaved the troll with the best throw he could manage.

The troll landed kind of painfully on the ground, but got up again, growling at Chad.

Chad? Growled back, then charged forward, head tucked down, to wrap his arm around the troll's waist and tackle him to the ground.

The troll went down, grabbing Chad to take him down with him.

If there was anyone to wrestle a troll, it would probably be Chad. That was what he did now, using every chance he had when he rolled on top of him to punch him repeatedly in the face as many times as possible before the troll managed to roll him over and take the dominant positioning.

The troll took the hits, because he did attempt to roll Chad over and punch him back.

Chad, too, took the hits in stride, grunting a bit as they smashed into his face, spitting out saliva and perhaps a little blood in pauses.

He also used the pauses to bring his arms up, pressing his regular hand against the troll's chin in an effort to pry him away, enough to give his strength-embued one enough room to swing back and clock him hard on his left.

That hit the troll hard, and he responded by aiming a punch to Chad's side. This is better than hitting things with cludgels.

Chad rolled to avoid the punch, seizing the troll's shoulders to ensure that the troll rolled with him, putting him on top again. He continued throwing punches into his face. God damn, this bastard was resiliant!

The troll managed a "Stop that" even through the punches. He might have been on is way to losing consciousness, though. It's been a lot of punches.

And they weren't going to stop until the troll was unconscious. Chad had, after all, just gotten into his rythem, man.

Which the troll could only take for so long, and soon he wasn't moving anymore.

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