THE FIRST TROLL, THE ONE FROM BEFORE, WAS DISTRACTED FROM HER BRUTAL BEATING OF THE RED-BLOODED, RED-HEADED HUMAN BY WHAT APPEARED TO BE AN ATTACK ON HER DEAR, LOVELY MOIRAIL, AND IF SHE WAS ENRAGED BEFORE THEN NOW SHE WAS GORDON RAMSEY: SPOUTING BLOOD IN AN ANGER-INDUCED NOSEBLEED AND SHOUTING INCOHERENTLY ABOUT HOW NOBODY FUCKS WITH ANYONE IN HER QUADRANTS. SHE TURNED AWAY FROM THE MOSTLY-GUTTED REDHEAD AND THREW HER MACE SKILLFULLY STRAIGHT INTO THE REPTILIAN MAN'S RIBCAGE, BUSINESS-END FIRST. IT DID NOT MATTER THAT HE ALREADY HAD A HARPOON LODGED FIRMLY IN HIS FACE. THIS WAS FOLLOWED QUICKLY BY A DROPKICK THAT LEFT HER ON THE FLOOR FLOPPING LIKE A FISH UNTIL SHE MANAGED TO STAND UP. 

AT WHICH POINT SHE PROCEEDED TO STOMP LIZARD-MAN'S THROAT IN.