The troll fell with a thud.
The warm corpse of such sprawled across the floor.
Limbs torn, organs exposed.
The way it should be, for such creatures to die by the hero, the hunter.
to protect those it seeks to harm.
Yet the noise, it remained...
It bounced around the caves interior, the stalagmites sharpened their edges and the coating upon the floor dried.
The hunters, dues and the Porter dawned eyes red, veins bulged profusely and their ears bled.
The trickling sound of blood hitting against the floor at a rate rapid drowned the stones in wait.