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Beroth
"Trolls!" shouted Beroth, feeling his heart leap into his throat. He drew an arrow from his quiver, fitting it to his bowstring, and let it fly. The arrow found its target, the soft neck-flesh of one of the trolls. Beroth smiled grimly and shot another arrow, this one lodging itself in the eye of a troll. He shot arrow after arrow, nearly all of them hitting their mark. When he found his quiver empty, he smoothly put away his bow, not letting his fear show to the others. He unsheathed his great sword and charged at a troll, dodging the others' arrows and swords.
"You have met your doom at last, foul creature!" he cried, leaping and swinging his sword. He thrusted upward quickly and stabbed through the creature's neck, felling it. As it dropped, Beroth narrowly missed being crushed by its massive weight. Sprinting away, he picked out another troll and descended upon it, piercing its foot with his sword.
The beast bellowed in anger and pain, swiping at him with its great arms. Beroth leapt back, holding up his weapon, and charged again. He stabbed at the troll's neck again but missed, stumbling forward. He was nearly trampled to death when the beast stepped forward, but at the last moment he leapt back again and stabbed, this time piercing through the lower chin. It gave a gurgling cry, then collapsed before Beroth. He exhaled in relief and turned back to the battle.
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