Saturday evening, just outside the school grounds

[fh_extras]

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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Re: On the grounds

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

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!

Re: On the grounds

[fh_extras]

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.

Re: On the grounds

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

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

Re: On the grounds

[fh_extras]

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

Re: On the grounds

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Victory! Whooooo. Chad scrambled off the troll, straightened out his shirt, and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his face as he staggered out to see if there were any more beatings needed to be given.