A YOUNG TROLL HAD BEEN SITTING AT ONE END OF THE BAR SINCE LONG BEFORE ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. SHE HAD COME HERE TO RELAX, DAMN IT, BUT NOW SINCE FIGHTING HAD BEGUN, SHE WAS FEELING THE VIOLENT WAYS OF HER PEOPLE COMING TO THE SURFACE AND REPRESSED BLOODLUST BOILING INSIDE HER. ALTHOUGH AT FIRST SHE TRIED TO RESIST, SHE NOW LEAPED ON TOP OF THE BAR WITH A SCREECH, TRUSTY MACE IN HAND, PERFECTLY JOYFUL TO MAIM WHOMEVER SHE FELT DESERVED IT. 

DESPITE THE LIZARD MAN ABSORBING SHELL AFTER SHELL OF GUNFIRE RIGHT BESIDE HER, THE TROLL SEEMED MUCH MORE INTERESTED IN THE REDHEAD OVER THERE IN ONE OF THE BOOTHS, AND IN THE SEVERED HEAD THAT SHE CLUTCHED IN WHAT LOOKED TO THE TROLL LIKE A PREMATURE DECLARATION OF VICTORY. HOW DARE SHE? 

AND WITH THAT, THE GRAY-SKINNED HUMANOID CHARGED TOWARD THE GREEN-CLAD HUMAN, MACE RAISED, AND BEGAN TO LAY INTO HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH SAID MACE WHILE SHRIEKING HYSTERICALLY UNTIL HER MACE GLISTENED WITH BRIGHT RED BLOOD AND PIECES OF INTERNAL ORGANS.