"All in a day work. I feel like I sidetrack myself...oh right."
Divekick back into the fight
[6] You leap high into the air, pause in a cool pose for much longer then should be physically possible and then flip into a pose wherein your foot is pointing at the massed trolls, fire surrounding your toes and spreading into the air around you in the form of a phoenix, all of this explodes into a fireball when you contact the ground next to the trolls who [1-3=Overkill] make stupid faces at you right before being slowly vaporized in the most agonizing possible way.
When you look up, all the trolls are very very dead.
GET UUUUUP GET UP GET UP GET UP
[4] You groggily return to your senses, waking up to a loud explosion that makes your nose hurt.
Curse the idiot. Head home, make good on my threat.
Seriously. You make the most skeptical, level-headed, and dignity-conscious guy the only guy who can't activate his ring, and what do you expect?
As you begin to trot off toward your home [1] your skin starts burning horribly and as you look around you realize you have wandered into a fog of (mild) acid.
You turn around to get out of it when you see a FREAKING LION that roars in your face.
You then run the hell back to the group to piss yourself vigorously.
The rest of you stop your celebration dances and stare at the lion, which then stands up onto two feet revealing that its body is apparently a mish-mash of parts, all arranged in a way that looks roughly feminine. All-in-all, the beast is roughly ten feet tall when standing this way.
So what prey has wandered across my path today? Naughty cubs, vaporizing my dinner like that! I suppose that I need to find a new meal now... the franken-lioness ends with a incredibly disturbing smile that chills your blood.