A further melody of which ensued, the porters struggle to unearth himself from within the barrage of heavy bags, coats and other miscellaneous items.
The Porter wiggled his body through the tight open gaps that suffocated his body, his limbs now numb.
He sat upon the floor for moments past, staring upon the small field of battle, bodies littered the floor in disarray, the rivers of blood became crusted, almost frozen over like a frosty lake.
The large body of the troll still remained, lunged over upon a large rock, its mouth agape.
Blood ran through the mans body, slowly he regained movement independent of struggle nor thought, his fingers moved with a pop and his bones rubbed together with a squeaky screech...