The powder keg would have been only relatively heavy for Cyrdic if he hadn't been thrown into the side of the ship. Truthfully, he could still probably lift it relatively well, but they wanted speed and cohesion, so Reiner and he worked on getting it topside as the monster rampaged across the boat. In the moonlight, Cyrdic could see the Troll was getting damaged, perhaps even fast enough for its regeneration to be halted. But it wouldn't be fast enough to save the ship, or the crew. 

They had to work quickly. 

Splinters and water droplets clung to the men's hair and they hauled it up on deck, Cyrdic and Reiner needing to duck as a man was thrown over their heads and off the ship entirely. 

Glass shattering brought Cyrdic's head round, and he swore he saw a lithe silhouette atop one of the castles. The Troll looked suddenly slick with something thicker than its natural slime. 

"My hero," Cyrdic said under his breath, realizing just how easy it would be to kill the Troll with both the gunpowder and oil along its form. Reiner began to unclasp the top, but Cyrdic halted him. "Wait, do you have a cup?" 

"A cup?" Reiner asked incredulously. "By Sigmar man!" 

"Your flask, give it to me!" Cyrdic called, and after a moment Reiner handed it to Cyrdic. The Ostlander gripped the worn leather and ripped open the cask, scooping up the blackpowder inside. Reiner seemed to understand. It was a last resort to use the whole cask, because it would destroy the boat as easily as it would the Troll. But a small charge along the oil... 

"I'll keep it busy," Reiner said. "Blasted lunatics, the both of you." 

Cyrdic didn't have time to banter, unceremoniously spinning and running across the deck. He ducked another thrown man, and leaped over a poor swordsman's torso as he ran. His sword was out and ready, the faint howling of the blade in the back of his mind as he approached. 

Halberdiers and swordsmen still kept it relatively at bay, but the men were tired and slick with blood. The Troll looked damaged, but its flesh continued to knit and close. Grotesquely, it had a leering look upon its face, as if it was giving a knowing smiling. It took Cyrdic a moment to realize that was because some buckshot had torn half of its cheek off not moments ago. 

Cyrdic waded through the throng of men, and hacked at the Troll's arm. The beast bellowed, but before it could strike it was skewered by a press of men at Reiner's orders to advance. Cyrdic made a desperate slide under the creature's legs, the stench terrible and almost making Cyrdic pass out. But he made it across, and with his sword, slit open the Troll's back. It screeched, and he placed the flask within, sticking out even if the Troll's skin healed. 

Cyrdic's grin was shortlived however, as the beast began to flail. He backed up in a dodge, and felt himself pressed against the rail. He growled, unperturbed and cut at the Troll's flank. 

"Camilla!" he called, now slick with blood and oil himself. He saw her just above them. "Shoot it!-" 

His words were drowned out by the Troll's elbow, having drawn its arm back to strike forward. Cyrdic was knocked through the wooden rail and sent into the Reik, the dark water swallowing the heavy Ostlander up within seconds... 
[@Penny]