So, you think your up to fighting a troll? feeling tough? feeling mean? feeling lean and possibly like some sort of troll fighting mechanical apparatus?

Well hasn't anyone ever told you testosterone is bad for your health?

You don't have a wand, you don't wear glasses, in fact you've got no weapon at all, and did you see any combat rules at the start of this ridiculous book?

Nope!

so this was a mistake. Lucky for you it's not a mistake you'll make again.

The troll takes a mighty swing with it's club and there's a subsequent squishing sound! if your stil floating around in a none corporeal state, you might be pleased to know that this dulll, stony room now has a lovely coat of festive red paint on it's walls, in a very interesting modern art style pattern of splatters!

This would certainly please Santa clause, an art professor, or Jack the ripper, but i'm guessing probably not you.

So, your dead. Fancy another go?

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