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Chapter 30 - Trolls vs John

John stomped into the crowd of trolls. Frost was wafting from Refrigerators breath and Stove was almost hopping up and down with excitement. Band-Aid had crawled down John's shirt and was now burrowing its head into John's corpulent flesh.

The trolls heads swung around at John's bellowing stomps. The small trolls put their hands into the air and put constipated expressions on their faces. The orbs around them grew in size until the large Trolls were included in the shielding as well.

"STOVE, REFRIGERATOR! TEACH THEM THEIR LESSON!"

Stove and refrigerator flew over the top of the orbs. They sent gusts of fire and ice into the orbs. The trolls screamed as the fire and ice scalded their flesh.

John walked towards the edge of the shields as this happened. His eyes were cold and calculating like a predator.

The dragons turned around for another sweep of fire and ice.

The Trolls Shrunk the orbs as they approached. They were removing the shields to attack the Dragons.

John grinned.

He threw a kick into the orb in front of him. The enemy lines were quite tightly knit. So, one orb was always almost touching the orb next to it. Meaning that when John kicked the orb he would be moving all orbs behind it.

For most people, this would be an impossible task. There were sixteen rows of troops: Eight rows of small trolls and eight rows of giant trolls.

If you just consider the small trolls by themselves, that would be about eight hundred pounds per row. But if you include the large trolls acting as meat shields. That's almost one thousand five hundred pounds of force required to move each row.

Yet with just one kick John managed to topple a row of Trolls.

"Haaaaaaaa. Ahhhhhhhh."

John put his hands on his knees and began to wheeze heavily from the intensity of the exercise.

Shit.

The troll's would only be prone for a short amount of time. If John didn't attack now then his opportunity would be lost.

But no matter how hard John tried. He couldn't move. It felt like his body was tied to the ground with steel chains that didn't have even a hint of slack. He was frozen.

"NO FUCKS!" 

Dude ran past John. He had a large rock almost the size of his chest in his hands. He carried the rock with relative ease. As per usual, John just chalked it up to the system.

"HAHAAHAHAH! DIE!"

Dude bashed the rock into the skull of one of the large Trolls. Its head was poking out of the orbs from the fall. The skull split revealing a twisted mesh of brain matter. It for sure didn't have any chance of survival now. Giggling like a madman Dude spirited by the skull. He moved on to the next exposed troll. With a sick grin on his face he crushed it's foot.

At this point, the trolls in the back of the row were starting to get up, and the trolls in the rows beside them had fully recovered from their shock. So Dude did the sensable thing.

He ran further into the sea of monsters.

John was looking at the pavement, which had been soaked in a slime of his sweat.

If I don't do anything. Dude's going to die out there.

John could feel this idea intimately in his mind. He knew it as surely as he knew the sky was blue and the earth was round. (A/If you start an argument about that in the Paragraph comments I will literally rip my face off)

The solution to John's problem was obvious. At this point, he wasn't breathing so heavily that his lungs felt like they were having a twitching epileptic seizure. So he had to kick another row down.

~You have to be fat to play human dominos.~

John thought to himself as he straightened his poster and blubbered towards the rows of Trolls.

"Take this!"

The trolls in the rightmost row were distracted from watching Dude's rock-infused murder spree. So they didn't notice John's approach.

John pistoned his leg into the orb.

The row to the left of Dude collapsed. Dude began to giggle in response; he leaped to the left and narrowly avoided the swing of a club. He started bashing his rock into any body part exposed by the falls of the newly toppled row of trolls whilst dodging blows from the other troll's clubs. 

As this happened, John shuffled back to be out of the troll's range. He bent over and began to heave in a paradoxical mix of simultaneous in-breaths and out-breaths. Sweat fell from John's brow like a waterfall.

John took a minute to breath. Then, he moved to kick down another row again. Dude gripped his rock he was prepared to start bashing the second John toppled the row.

They continued this in a cycle for almost thirty minutes. By the end, there were only the small trolls left as all the big trolls had either been shattered by Dude or bled out from Dude's attack. Stove and Refrigerator had corraled the ones in orbs into a circle using bursts of fire and ice.

Dude walked up to John with his usual bouncy, manically energetic step.

"Throw the small things into the air. Their fixed to their orbs so that will kill them."

John simply looked at Dude with the tired eyes of an eighty-year-old man.

"Can you just let me sit for a second?" 

Dude could only scoff and roll his eyes. He had the same rebel without a cause glint in his eyes that he had any other time he had done something insane in front of John.

"NO! GET UP! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN DOING ANYTHING ALL THAT HARD! YOU'VE MOSTLY JUST BEEN STANDING AROUND THE WHOLE FIGHT!"

John could only furrow his brows.

Standing around? Even that's hard for me. Not as much now as it was before. But I still fell the strain on my muscles when I'm standing.

"Please just let me sit." Said John.

"You can sit when you're dead."

Wait. That wasn't Dude's voice.