Your attack is embarrassingly unsuccessful, and you are given a sharp kick straight in the face that sends you sprawling, sticky olive blood leaking from your nostrils. You manage a half-distressed, half-enraged snort, and grit your teeth. This is probably a fight to the death now, and you're going to have to be faster on your feet if you want to be the one who walks out of this alive. 

You plant your hands on the ground and shove yourself up, lurching to your feet. Then you lower your head, pointing your horns at your adversary, and charge. You headbutt him in the chest and keep on charging until the smaller troll is up against a wall. 

You recover from the headbutt, and...oh. Oh, no. 

This is way too black. And right off the bat, too. You grunt more to yourself than the [s]handsome[/s] stranger and grab his shoulders, slamming him into the wall.