This was a test-battle done in IRC to make sure we all understood the combat rules and such. As we quickly found out, we didn't. But we managed.
Jharic and Demonicon Spoondria are walking down an alley in a slum for unbeknownst reason. In the alley is a trolloc. The trolloc notices the two adventureres the moment they notice him. Jharic and Demonicon are 10 feet apart, and the trolloc is 10 feet from Demonicon.
The trolloc sniffs in the air and immediately moves to the small and fat Demonicon. The trolloc, Narm, is hungry.
Demonicon manages to barely escape Narm's scythesword as it swings through the air, threatening to sever one of Demonicon's many reserve energy deposits. Demonicon squeals like a pig, and hurriedly runs away as fast as his stubby little legs can carry him. However, as he turns away from the trolloc, Narm swings again this time striking true, creating a massive big red gash across Demonicon's back. Demonicon keeps running, although he is only alive by the skin of his teeth.
Jharic moves in to the trolloc to engage it, nimbly dodging the trolloc's attack as it lunges at his movement. Jharic makes a stab towards the trolloc, but it glances off the side of the trolloc's mail.
Narm responds furiously, swinging his sword at Jharic. Jharic nimbly avoids the sword, letting the trolloc hit only air for his efforts.
Demonicon reaches the end of the alley and stops, looking back out of breath and nearly collapsed. In his wounded haze, he begins to shout to the trolloc. "Let's stop the fighting, let's be friends." The trolloc doesn't appear to be affected by the attempt at diplomacy at all, seeing only a potential meal in the fat little cairhienin.
Demonicon attempts again, but this time to bluff his way out of trouble. "I am a powerful Aes Sedai!" He claims. This time, Narm actually believes him, although it does Demonicon little good. Narm now wants to capture the fat little piglet, and return him to his superiors so they can capture the mighty channeller.
Jharic uses his Aiel training to best effect, thrusting deep into Narm's gut through the trolloc's black mail. Having lost nearly half of its life, the trolloc strikes back in kind, but again hits only air, as the Aiel dances easily away from the blade. Jharic seems to move faster than lightning away from the wretched scythesword, leaving no opening for the trolloc to exploit, no unarmoured flesh to engorge.
Demonicon walks into a wall and starts playing his harp to himself.
Jharic dances around the trolloc and strikes hard into the trolloc's chest, piercing the lungs and breaking the ribs. The trolloc falls down and passes out, unable to fight against the black-veiled outlander any longer.
What happens next is obscured by witness accounts. Some say Jharic finished off the trolloc. Others say Demonicon nursed it back to an inch of its life, took off its clothes and bound it in silken string, for what reason no one knows. Others say he lead it off as his pet. However, all agree that the nearly dead Demonicon did strike into a glorious song about how he had slain the trolloc and saved the villages, a performance many remember for its excellency in skill. Not only gaining the fame for slaying the trolloc, Demonicon also recieves a few alms from the poor beggars living in the district. The porky cairhienin eagerly accepts.