You are about to formulate a sentence and tell this troll to use his mother grub corn shucking think pan, when you see him raise his fist. You put up your arms to protect yourself, but you're too slow, and the impact knocks your head back against the brick wall. You gasp, and for a moment, you see––and somehow feel––stars, before feeling yourself going limp and hitting the ground. After that, everything is black. You're probably dead. 

But when you come to––well, you're only [i]slightly[/i] awake, and you feel like you're made of lead––you're laying on something soft. Like a nest or something. Your head feels like it's about to explode in on itself like a star at the end of its life, or something. 

"Grrhhh," you grunt, and then you snort, because snorting comes naturally to those raised by hoofbeasts. Everything is blurry. You are in a stranger's hive, and if not already deceased you probably will be very soon. Your heartbeat picks up again. The urge to get the heck out takes over, and you roll out of the strange nest, attempting to stand up. A wave of horrid vertigo hits you and knocks you down. This time you don't hit a soft nest. You exhale sharply and claw at the floor. There's no way out of this until you get your strength back, and that isn't looking likely.