OoC: Apologies for late posting.

BiC:

The cripple did not like trolls…not in the slightest.

So, as Red hobbled into the fray, he felt he needed to be quite careful. For one, the smell of the beasts was quite abominable, coming off the disgusting creatures in sheets, like they weren’t even the slightest bit aware of the existence of soap or even clean water. He held his breath, not wishing to tarnish his nostrils any further. He lifted his hand, and channeled the slightest bit of his personal domain: he felt for the blood that circulated in his foes’ veins, mapping out the entire circulatory system in his head. With the other arm, he clenched his fist.

The troll gasped, as if something had been quite unexpectedly cut off, and began stumbling towards the fellowship, its breath suddenly in ragged, bated grunts. “Got him,” murmured Red. He had partially disabled the circulation network of the troll’s body, as the creature did not have the cognitive capacity needed to stop him. Even now, the blood was draining from the beast’s face, turning it a grotesque, pale color. Eventually, the troll’s eyes rolled into the back of its head, and in one unearthly crunch fell back to the ground. Only when Red was certain it was finished did he restore the blood circulation.

“What’s next?” the cripple wondered, as he faced his comrades.

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