John and Nathanial looked out at the horde of massive trolls before them. The air was crisp with blood and John could sense a hint of fear from everything around him. John and Nathanial were alone right now. Most of the other warriors had already run away. But John couldn't run that was his curse.

The way out would only ever be through for John.

Nathanial could run. But he wanted to 'help' John. Fat chance of him 'help'ing. John knew how this was going to go. Nathanial was planning to become John's executor.

"UGHA CHAN SEK!" A Troll in front of John bellowed.

Executioner or not. None of that mattered now. In front of John was a triplet of beings more horrible than he had ever seen before.

BRING IT ON! John screamed to himself.

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

John's dragons took flight as John brought his foot into the air.

Before the Troll could even reach John he slammed his foot into the ground. Cracks spiralled out around him.

The wind rushed by John's face as all the land around John shifted into a blur. John barely even felt it as his body crushed through the troll. But he certainly heard the crunching sound of its bones.

"FUACKSFJK!"

The next thing John got was a mouthful of pavement as he slammed face-first into the ground.

But John's skin wasn't injured by the pavement. His superhuman Toughness score had turned his skin into a thick leather almost unbreakable leather.

"UGHAN!" John heard the Trolls voice right above him.

I need to get up.

John's heart started to thump in John's chest like a jackhammer. It played a drum solo on his ribcage with enough force to crack an ordinary man's ribs. Usually, standing up from sitting on the ground was a task that would take John upwards of ten minutes to complete.

Now, he was trying to do it in ten seconds.

"AHA!"

John's ears were immersed in nothing but a dull roar as he stood to his feet.

THWACK!

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A hand slammed forcefully into John's skull. John staggered from the blow. But otherwise, he looked mostly unharmed.

John turned his head to look at the Troll. With its great height, it stood at least two feet above John. John cocked his fist back he was ready to send a shattering blow into the Troll.

But he wasn't given the time to as the troll's head fell from its shoulders.

The skull landed right at John's feet.

Shit. What?

The Troll's body fell towards John. John smacked the body aside before it could knock him over.

All of this nonstop exertion was sucking the breath from John's lungs.

{+1 to cardio vascular}

John sighed. Standing right behind the corpse was Nathanial. He had a bloody katana in his hands and a feral smile on his face.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nathanial cackled.

John's forehead wrinkled at the Sheer strangeness of his actions.

"We'll make it out of this alive. And that is not a lie. And if it is. Then I must be dead!"

There was a manic air to his tone.

John simply looked at Nathanial with his brows furrowed.

What a strange man.

"AGAHA!"

John turned his head in the direction of the sound.

Standing down the road was a squadron of at least fifty Trolls.

These Trolls are way weaker than the ones I fought on that mission. I'm sure I can take them.

John rolled his shoulders as he walked towards the squadron of Trolls in front of him. He would tear them to shreds.

"AGAHADA!"

"JADADADADADADADA!"

"MFJSNDKFJNSDKJFGHJIWUE"

John was completely sure at this point that the Trolls weren't speaking any kind of coherent language. They seemed to be just spewing verbal diarrhea. Maybe they hoped it would intimidate John.

WELL! Too bad for them. Nothing intimidated John. (Except for women)

John stomped towards the Trolls. A wide grin was on his face.

"FUCKA YOUA!" Bellowed a Troll

And then John was on the ground. His face was stinging and his head was facing into the sky.

~Shit~

That's all John could think of in response to his injury.

"JA DA!"

A kick slapped against John's prodigious gut. His fat shook.

"AHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"

The blade of a katana slammed into the face of the Troll that was curb-stomping John. The troll bit the katana. It caught it in its mouth. It shook its head from side to side. The blade slipped out of Nathanial's hand. The Troll bit down. The blade shattered and fell to the ground in a hail of shards.

"JA DA! JA KAH! MAH!"

The Troll sent a stabbing punch into Nathanial's face.

Nathanial's head exploded. His body fell to the ground with a meaty thud.

Well, at least that Problem is out of the way. John thought to himself.

"JA DADA!"

John looked up.

But I'm still fucked.

"JA DA!"

"JA!"

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Surrounding John was a group of eight Trolls. They had him cornered from every angle. Anywhere John moved he would be met with an attack. He was utterly trapped.

"JA!"

"JA!"

"JA!"

Kicks stabbed John. They came from every direction. His head. His gut. His back. His chest. Name any place on his body. And you'll find one of the bare feet of the Trolls slamming into there.

Their toenails were sharp. In fact, they were so sharp that they shouldn't have even had the word toe in their name. They were just nails. Nails fastened to the feet of towering monsters that John could do nothing to resist. Repeatedly stabbing. Piercing. Carving through his flesh and making holes in his body. Fragments were left in him. The fragments sucked blood from his flesh.

SHIT^SHIT*SHIT*SHIT*SHIT*SHIT*SHIT*SHIT

This might be the end for John. He'd be back in the empty library.

John had to accept it. He was going to———

A word echoed through John's environs.

"Bloody."

The headless body of Nathanial stood up. Its body had changed colours from a pale white to a swollen blue.

There was an aura to the thing. An aura that reminded John of a cellar.

"Bleed"