"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Cassandra's shrill scream could be heard as she ran down the hill.

With John having disrupted their formation, it was the perfect time to attack.

The trolls around John turned around and started to sprint away from him.

But they only had a few minutes to run before Cassandra got to them.

"DIE!"

Cassandra took a kitchen knife that she had taken from Jean's house out of her pocket. Then she stabbed the Troll near her right in the nose.

The troll's nose split in two, and blood started to spurt from it.

Cassandra quickly took another knife from her pocket and used it to slit the Trolls throat.

Cassandra had surprisingly deep pockets for a woman.

As that troll fell to the ground, she took the knife from its nose and used it to cut another Troll's throat.

John stood there catching his breath as this happened.

Cassandra glanced back at John.

Then she glanced down.

"Going into battle berserker style?" Cassandra asked

John shook his head.

"No. My jock strap was squeezing my holy orbs. So I needed to take it off real quickly."

Cassandra snorted.

"Heh. Holy orbs."

She turned around and continued dismantling the Trolls around her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Charles was armed with a sniper rifle. He had stolen one from some of the previous Trolls he'd been fighting with.

CLICK!

In order to fire their bullets through their forcefield, they had to allow bullets to pass through it. Charles had figured out yesterday that it worked both ways.

BANG!

The second he heard a gunshot he would flick his rifle in that direction and fire a shoot at one of the Trolls in retaliation.

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Charles happened to be a pretty good shot. So, he managed to kill a decent amount of Trolls.

Finally, after a few minutes of breathing, John had fully caught his breath.

He glanced around and assessed the battlefield.

Nathanial was a few cars away from John. He was engaged in battle with a group of Trolls. They fired bullets at him, but no matter how many times they shot him, they couldn't quite manage to end his life.

John smiled.

I'll help him out.

He lumbered towards the nearest car. The trolls tried to shoot at him, but their bullets Just thudded against his flesh and then fell flat.

"HAH!"

John slammed his fist into the shielding around the truck.

It shattered.

John continued to lumber forward.

Until he finally reached the truck.

The trolls could only watch as he picked up the truck and swung it around.

He threw it after the third rotation.

It was sent sailing towards Nathanial.

Nathanial's head turned in John's direction. He saw John standing there his dick was out, and a grin was on his face.

Moments after that, he saw the truck flying towards him. John relished the look of fear that appeared on Nathanial's face.

Nathanial jumped forward. He just narrowly avoided the truck.

But he didn't avoid the fist of the troll before him.

Nathanial was sent skipping back to the ground.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Then, a troll shot him three times in the chest.

John could see the red spots of where Nthanial had been shot from here.

He grinned. He'd killed him. And he could easily just pass it off as death in battle.

John didn't know it. But….

The envelope swelled.

Nathanial stood up. A ferocious glare was on his face as he turned to look at John.

And that's all he did. He just looked. He looked at John with eyes that professed death.

John just smiled in response.

I'll kill you first bitch.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Skulls were crushed. More cars were thrown. Blood painted the ground as John walked through the battlefield. He was like an ever-rolling boulder of death. That left nothing but shattered bodies in his wake.

And then the battle ended.

The dead lay around the group as John stood there.

Everything hurt. His head. His neck. His nose. His eyes. Every part of his body had been brutally battered by bullets.

John reacted to this pain how he usually did.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAND-AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!" John bellowed into the sky.

Three dragons flew towards John. One was the size bear. The other was the size of a dog. And the last one was the size of a bite-sized dog.

John plopped himself down onto the ground.

The two larger Dragons started to circle John from the sky. The smaller Dragon flew towards John. It perched on his shoulder and blew healing light onto John's form.

"Haaaaaaaa."

John sighed as the pain covering his body began to abate.

It was quite the comforting sensation.

Nathanial walked towards John with a wicked glare on his face.

But once he got near John, the dragons sent spurts of fire and ice at Nathanial.

John smiled when he saw Nathanial face get singed.

His grin turned into a frown when he saw the wound quickly heal in just a few minutes.

For a few minutes, John sat there and let Band-Aid heal him.

Nathanial stood outside of the circle the Dragons made and watched John get healed.

Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting. John was back in tip-top shape again.

"What do you want?" Asked John.

Nathanial simply smiled.

"I just wanted to tell you. Don't try and play this game, John. You're an amateur."

John smiled back at Nathanial.

"I have a feeling that I'm not."

John didn't know it...

But the envelope swelled.

"We should probably get back to Jean's place soon. And John for the love of god! Can you please find something to cover that thing!" Said Cassandra while pointing at John's crotch.

John blushed.

"Oh. Okay."

John shouldered Nathanial out of the way as he walked towards one of the Trolls corpses.

He needed to clothe himself and his one-eyed snake.

Then, he would need to go through the worst pain of them all.

He would need to walk.