"Jesus Christ," you mutter. The guy is relentless in thinking that you mean him any harm. You look up at Lucy.

"Knock him back out," she suggests.

You simply scoff at her in response, then look back at the troll. "I am [i]not[/i] going to kill you," you bark harshly, "and I don't plan on hurting you. For fuck's sake, can you get that through your thick, impenetrable think pan?!"