The orchestra of noise continued, reverberating down the walls and across the floor, like smoke it soon enveloped the room.
The decibels crawled upon the skin of those that wavered not, for they held swords...
Their safety was their swords, their weapons and their ability to wield such, their knowledge their experience all accumulated within them.
The swords kept clawing away the trolls skin, lumps of meat fell and blood flowed.
The barrage of attacks ensued at a rapid pace, yet the noise remained.
The noise of agony and pain.
Yet it remained.