Blue skin coated with blue diamond scale, a large body that was almost 400 cm, a large head without a neck, with large canine teeth that extended to the level of his eyes, small, pointed ear, with small, round eyes, holding a blue ax, and wearing gray bearskin clothing, a powerful troll stood in front of Little Emma.
"Little girl, it's the end of the line. Get ready to say goodbye to your family," the troll said with a strange giggle. With his hands almost touching the ground, like a gorilla, his arms had so many muscles that veins were pulsing out, visible to the naked eye.
Little Emma clenched her small fists subconsciously and the magma sword began to let magma drip onto the floor, piercing the tile.
"Grotesque thing, just because you say something, it doesn't make it a fact." Little Emma pointed her sword at the troll. "Emma hates people who think they can control Emma's life!"
