If these Sun Elves stuck their mouths in the water, would dead fish float up in shoals downstream?
They were asking for help, so why did these Sun Elves have to be so awkward about it?
Aaron inwardly mocked the Sun Elves' arrogance, but the Trolls were already charging at him. He could no longer avoid this fight even if he wanted to.
Then fight. Do what needs doing. What kind of idiot hesitates now?
Once you decide to fight, fight to the end!
Tzeentch's Pink Fire!
Already prepared, Aaron raised his hand and unleashed a streak of pink fire, illuminating the entire battlefield in the dark forest. Its eerie color startled not only the Trolls but also the caravan guards and Sun Elves.
The Troll holding a massive club instinctively feared fire. It wailed and tried to dodge, but its cumbersome body could not turn quickly enough. The pink stream of flame forked in midair like a serpent's tongue and slammed into its body. The monster staggered backward, then braced both hands against the ground. Pink Tzeentch Horrors gleefully materialized from the flames, clinging to its flesh and clawing and biting!
As Aaron grew stronger, these Tzeentch Horrors had grown stronger too. Their scorching teeth sank into the Troll's hide, biting bloody holes through skin that could withstand ordinary weapons.
"Fire! Kill! Demon!" The Troll struggled to tear the Tzeentch Horrors off its body. It swung its club and smashed one of the Horrors into a dissipating burst of flame.
Now! Aaron had already closed in. Out came the Sword of the Dark Moon!
Sword stance-Heavy Strike!
Such was the power of a supernatural weapon! Half the Troll's head was cleaved open. The monster screamed and collapsed, its enormous wooden club crashing to the ground. It had clearly suffered