5.

Kain began fooling with the buckle that held his sword in place, when he heard a loud and agonizing roar come from beyond the trees. The monster hunter looked up, and saw nothing at first, before watching the body of the dwarf being flung around like a ragdoll into the direction of the tree besides from where he currently hung. Magnus collided with full force, and fell face first before getting up. Kain himself continued to hear the creature roar from the distance once more.

“Tough little bugger, isn’t he.” Magnus said, as he stood and brushed himself off. He looked around and noticed that his axe was nowhere in sight.

Thinking quickly on his feet, the dwarf pulled the medium size dagger that was strapped to the belt from out of his sheath.

“That little blade is going to defend yourself against a troll?” Kain said from up above.

“Possibly...”

That was when the two men saw the trees begin to shake, curl and buckle on to themselves. That was when they saw the troll approach from within the trees. The size of a half-fully-grown elm came into focus, as the creature itself was about the same height as the tall  plant life. The troll was fat, ugly, and was pukish-green in color. He carried a club made from the trunk of a severed tree in one hand—the same hand from which the dwarf seemed to cause to bleed so heavily—whilst his teeth stood bright red, shining with the recent blood the creature had drank. Meat was seen partially hanging from his lips; Kain only suspected that he was in the middle of his current meal when Magnus Gunderbrow attacked him.

“You ruined my lunch, dwarf!” the troll roared. “You’re going to pay for that with your life! Then Imma eat you when I’m finished!”

Magnus looked up at Kain, as Kain looked back at Magnus.

“Well,” the dwarf said looking at the tiny dagger in his hand. “Possibly, not. Have any good ideas, Templar?”