Part II: An Old Fiend

"THIS ONE'S MINE!!!" screamed Short-arse, blocking Trogdar's downward swing with her axe before biting deep into Churnie's side with her backswing.

"Steady on!" said Trogdar, somewhat taken aback, "There's plenty of troll to go about."

"FREEZE!" shouted the Wizard from the corner of the room, his right arm outstretched spewing a hail of snow, his left cradling the precious troll parts.

The frozen beam struck the troll in it's new wound, expanding it and freezing the ragged chunks of ripped flesh. The beam continued on, deep into the troll's guts. There could only be one outcome. Churnie spewed forth a steaming pile of blood and bile, narrowly missing the irate Dwarf.

"YOU STUPID BLOODY WIZARD!" screamed Short-arse, brandishing her axe toward the capering magician.

"My gold," said the Wizard simply, moving towards the reeling Churnie. As he approached however, his face began to drop as the gaping wound began to meld back together, sending great plumes of bilious smoke into the air.

"Oh, not again!" said Trogdar, gagging at the stench before swinging his mace down across the back of Churnie's head, caving in its skull.

"Well," said Trogdar, swallowing down the vomit which had risen in his throat. "That was one of the most unpleasant things I've ever done."

"Oh really?" said Jandyr, appearing suddenly behind him.

"How do you do that?" said Trogdar with a start.

"I don't know what you mean," replied Jandyr, affixing an Elven cloak which he had found being used as a makeshift bed.

"I'll bet," said Trogdar, glancing over at the Wizard picking up chunks of rancid flesh. He held back another convulsion before stepping past the massive bulk of the two bodies and illuminating the corridor beyond. "At least it can't get any worse."

The light from the lantern illuminated a small figure sat upon a wooden stool his head held low. As the darkness receded, the tiny figure looked up and spoke in a high-pitched squeal.

"HELLO!" said Gubbinz.