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Trolls.
They are vile, rank, ugly, and basically stupid Inhumans. Their saving graces include being unnaturally strong, and prolific breeders. This made them perfect for the role of protection. Like lemmings, they would follow an order to their death if required, and would throw every bit of themselves at it in the process. A little shorter than the average humanoid, their bodies were covered with a thick blue skin notoriously hard to cut. Long, pointed ears were slung back from their thick skulls, while two massive tusklike teeth jutted up from their lower jaws and out of their mouths. All Trolls secrete a pungent pheromone that others of the species use for identification and mating practices, while their faces look like someone took a human's face, melted it, then hot glued it back on the beast. Still threatening when alone, they become the most dangerous when in packs. Trolls had a tendency to swarm and rip their prey limb from limb. I hate Trolls.
"Karl,” I whispered, “we need an alternate route." The Goblin nodded and pointed to the top of a nearby stack of crates. Understanding, I snapped on the safety and stuffed my Beretta temporarily in the waistband of my pants. Lifting Karl up, on a silent count of three, I tossed the tiny Inhuman up the side of the crates. Catching the edge with his hand, he swung wide but finally managed to control his body and get a more solid hold. Skittering up the side, he disappeared from sight.
Pushing back to the wall, I could still hear the Troll's voices. They were getting closer, but I wasn't sure they had detected me yet. Moving on my toes, I circled around the crates and stuffed myself in between two of the larger ones. This wasn't a place I really wanted to be. If the Trolls attacked, I didn't have anyplace to go. I had to get above them. Snapping my claws from my fingertips, I dug into the wood and pulled myself up. My shoulder thumped in agony and my hand felt like it was on fire as I pulled. Boosting myself on top, I dropped to my belly as the first Troll walked into the warehouse. Cursing under my breath, I drew my pistol and held my finger against the side of the trigger guard. Two more followed the first inside with their distinctive hunched posture and shuffling steps. On patrol, but apparently bored with the assignment, they lackadaisically scanned the area. I could hear them muttering to each other about poor working conditions with their gruff, monosyllabic tones. Each was clothed in a piecemeal mixture of iron armor, leather, and some kind of animal fur. The first Troll had several gold piercings in both of his ears, the largest tusks of the three, and sported a neon green shock of hair that terminated in a thick ponytail. The other two, slightly smaller, had black hair, and no piercings. "Lock door?” Green Hair grunted at the other two while pointing at the door Karl and I had entered from.
The second Troll nodded with a growl. “It locked." "You check?” Green Hair asked.
The second Troll pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Gar lock." I didn't think they really talked like that. Amused, I had to stifle a laugh. Green Hair pushed the second Troll forcefully out of his way and towered over the third. “Gar, check door?"
Trolls.
They are vile, rank, ugly, and basically stupid Inhumans. Their saving graces include being unnaturally strong, and prolific breeders. This made them perfect for the role of protection. Like lemmings, they would follow an order to their death if required, and would throw every bit of themselves at it in the process. A little shorter than the average humanoid, their bodies were covered with a thick blue skin notoriously hard to cut. Long, pointed ears were slung back from their thick skulls, while two massive tusklike teeth jutted up from their lower jaws and out of their mouths. All Trolls secrete a pungent pheromone that others of the species use for identification and mating practices, while their faces look like someone took a human's face, melted it, then hot glued it back on the beast. Still threatening when alone, they become the most dangerous when in packs. Trolls had a tendency to swarm and rip their prey limb from limb. I hate Trolls.
"Karl,” I whispered, “we need an alternate route." The Goblin nodded and pointed to the top of a nearby stack of crates. Understanding, I snapped on the safety and stuffed my Beretta temporarily in the waistband of my pants. Lifting Karl up, on a silent count of three, I tossed the tiny Inhuman up the side of the crates. Catching the edge with his hand, he swung wide but finally managed to control his body and get a more solid hold. Skittering up the side, he disappeared from sight.
Pushing back to the wall, I could still hear the Troll's voices. They were getting closer, but I wasn't sure they had detected me yet. Moving on my toes, I circled around the crates and stuffed myself in between two of the larger ones. This wasn't a place I really wanted to be. If the Trolls attacked, I didn't have anyplace to go. I had to get above them. Snapping my claws from my fingertips, I dug into the wood and pulled myself up. My shoulder thumped in agony and my hand felt like it was on fire as I pulled. Boosting myself on top, I dropped to my belly as the first Troll walked into the warehouse. Cursing under my breath, I drew my pistol and held my finger against the side of the trigger guard. Two more followed the first inside with their distinctive hunched posture and shuffling steps. On patrol, but apparently bored with the assignment, they lackadaisically scanned the area. I could hear them muttering to each other about poor working conditions with their gruff, monosyllabic tones. Each was clothed in a piecemeal mixture of iron armor, leather, and some kind of animal fur. The first Troll had several gold piercings in both of his ears, the largest tusks of the three, and sported a neon green shock of hair that terminated in a thick ponytail. The other two, slightly smaller, had black hair, and no piercings. "Lock door?” Green Hair grunted at the other two while pointing at the door Karl and I had entered from.
The second Troll nodded with a growl. “It locked." "You check?” Green Hair asked.
The second Troll pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Gar lock." I didn't think they really talked like that. Amused, I had to stifle a laugh. Green Hair pushed the second Troll forcefully out of his way and towered over the third. “Gar, check door?"