"Glad you could join us Elladan!" Arathorn said, plunging his sword in the back of the leg of a troll. "And let you have all the fun?" Elladan said, thrusting his sword in the trolls other leg. The troll swifly fell to the ground. Owacyn was rapidly killing trolls, much to Arathorn's dismay. Arathorn quickly jumped on the back of a half dead troll and began stabbing rapidly. In a moment, the troll was dead. Once the troll hit the ground, Arathorn ran up to two parallel trolls. He jammed his sword into the stomach of the first troll. He then jumped on a rock, and from the rock , jumped on the sword. On the sword, he pulled out a dagger, jumped, and cut the throat of the second troll. The both fell. Elladan's was shocked, and if it was in his nature to drop his jaw, it would have dropped.
Arathorn only had one flaw in the plan. His sword was in too deep in the troll. He pulled very hard, but the sword wouldn't come from the gut of the troll. Arathorn, finding no alternative, took out his dagger and began cutting a hole in the troll's stomach. It was a long process, due to the thickness of the troll skin. "I'll keep watch!" Elladan said, circling around Arathorn. After a short period of time, Elladan began shouting and ran off. Someone was in need. Arathorn was defensless now. He only hoped no troll would come. But he didn't have very good luck. As the sword became loose, yet not loose enough to pull out, a large troll, armed with a mace, stood right in front of Arathorn.
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