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Sunday Morning, the streets of Fandom

It was a foggy damp morning yet again in Fandom and the weather was the least of Fandom's worries. Though more trolls had remembered their orders and finally straggled in to either Efferton or the church, a good number were still caught up in the joys of smashing and pillaging. And there was so many lovely breakable things in this town!

Almost every street you went down you could see a troll or two happily engaged in their finest art -- Making Things Into Much Smaller Broken Things. There may have even been the occasional troll singing in its trollish way. A destructive troll was a happy troll and these were very happy trolls.

[OOC: for Sunday's rampaging trolls, there will be a couple of OCD's going up for businesses that have yet to be visited.

locations in this post:
57 Apocalypse Ave (formerly Triple Deak Ice Rink)
Jack's Roses
The Devil's Nest]

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A large group of trolls had spent the night in the space where the ice sheet used to be. What was left when the rink shut down, the boards, bleachers and most of the internal walls, had been destroyed by the trolls trying to make room for themselves.

Snarg was making his way happily down Sphinx Street when he spotted something wondrous. (Not that he used the word wondrous -- what he actually thought was more along the lines of "Ooooh!" but wondrous was what he would've used if he'd had a slightly bigger brain.)

There was a shop with all kinds of pretty coloured flowers in the window. Snarg liked flowers and immediately made a beeline for the shop.

Unfortunately what Snarg never remembered was that he was also violently allergic to flowers so the second he crashed through the door, he started sneezing so violently that he was falling into things.

"Achoo!"

}CRASH{

"ACHOOO!"

}CRASH!!!{

"ACHOOOOOOO!!!!"

}CRASH!!!!{

Maybe Snarg didn't like flowers that much after all.

Bart was kinda sad he hadn't gotten to go to the big building for the sleepover. So he decided to head over and see what the cool trolls were doing.

He had just figured out how to smash his way inside when he heard a voice behind him.

"Halt, sir!" The trooper raised his blaster and approached the big troll. "This location is clo-"

Bart shook his head and looked at the trooper on the ground. "Dumb toy. Go home again."

Bart laughed for a long time at Snarg. He was still laughing when the trooper came up behind him and shot him with his blaster.

"GRRR!" Bart turned and struck out with his stick, knocking the trooper to the ground. "Bart getting tired of toy now!"

With a grunt, he started dragging the trooper towards the manor.

Billy left the clinic in a hurry, intent on getting to Efferton Manor to help in any way he could. One complication. Large group of Trolls between here and there.

"Uh Oh."

The trolls grinned. "Smash boy!" yelled Kol. Two of the trolls lumbered toward Billy, clubs in hand.

"You sure about that? Didn't I hear a request for pretty males?" he said. Well Zanya hadn't complained anyway.

"Have us!" Kol bellowed, tapping his chest with his club-free hand. Reargh swung his club at Billy's head.

Billy swore and dodged, but club still managed to graze his head. And something in him broke momentarily. Snarling, Billy unsheathed his katana.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" His sword flashed as he dashed forward, slashing at every troll leg he could find. He was aiming for the achilles tendon, but he'd take what he could get.

Reargh howled and fell backwards when the sword slashed his leg. Doaol felt a jab in his ankle and kicked at Billy in response.

Billy leaped over the foot and sliced at his toes.

"Liked those toes!" Doaol complained as they fell off and turned to stone. He swung his club at Billy's leg. "See how you like it!"

A small group of trolls happened upon the club, not sure what to make of the place. Which meant they attempted the smashy smashy, because maybe things made pretty sounds when they broke.

*skrunch*

sparks flew as th front of his calf dented and cracked. He landed somewhat awkwardly, and looked down in dismay. The one good thing his father had ever done for him.

With a growl that would have done a certain metal clawed comic book charector proud, billy pulled out his gun and shot at the creature's belly.

Smashy? In his club?

Lucifer walked over to the group of trolls. "I'm sorry, we're closed right now."

The bullets chipped off bits of Doaol's rocky skin. This made him cranky. He swung his club at Billy's head.

That's strange, it had worked before. He ducked the club, and lunged forward. His leg still worked, but he'd be limping until he could get it fixed.

His sword swept out at the femoral artery. Assuming these things had one.

The trolls looked up at him, and one tried to bring his club down onto Lucifer. He was interrupting the smashy.

The sword sliced into Doaol's leg. He fell to the ground and bellowed in pain. The skin around the wound turned to stone.

"NEXT?!" Billy bellowed, still pretty pissed off.

Lucifer lifted his hand to stop the club and gave the offending troll a look of disdain. "I must insist that you leave."

"You first!" the troll said eloquently, looking at the hand on the club and not sure how that happened.

"Not dead yet!" Doaol said indignantly, although the stone was spreading down his leg. He tried to get up, failed, and resorted to kicking Billy from the ground with his good leg.

Billy dodged the kick, keeping the vast majority of his weight on his good leg. "Sorry." he said, slashing at his side.

Ah, trolls. One could always count on them to be stupid.

He pulled a small dagger from his pocket with his free hand. "Last chance to leave," Lucifer told the group of trolls.

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