"Frost troll! Frost troll! What's happening?" Frost opened up communication with the frost troll on the scene, hoping to find out what went wrong and hopefully save his monsters from a disaster. The frost troll didn't respond right away, having to knock back a couple hob goblins that were attacking it.
"Master, not good, under attack, commander Findlay, taken raghhhhhh!" The frost troll had to beat back another group of attackers mid-sentence, roaring as he swung his axe across the chest of a goblin fighter, covering his body in its fresh blood, not that it made any difference at this point. The frost troll was in the heat of the battle and had long been covered in red, almost completely eclipsing its glorious blue skin.
Frost clenched his fists hard in frustration, Findlay was truly in a perilous situation and his monsters were in danger.
