Relafan and the people of Polaris, at least the ones that weren't injured or weren't used as bait, got to witness quite the fun show.
It was similar to watching MewTube videos that showed someone crushing things with a hydraulic press. There was a primal joy in seeing things get crushed and explode.
All of them were tapping into that primal joy from the front seats. The Troll, forever stupid, whacked things around. It kicked cars, lifted them with all four of its hands, and broke them into pieces.
Everything was hilarious.
With a lot of effort, it plucked the canons off the tanks, and then shoved them back inside the tank.
Relafan crossed his arms and nodded.
By the time the Troll was done, nothing was left. The giant monster flexed all its muscles in pride. It's handiwork was art, it's artwork was handy.
The Troll finally turned back and started running away.
