 No-Neck, the Gray Troll has appetites. Many lost ladies of Avalon have run a-foul of this gray menace. Mostly he favors female meat, and serves up non-smokers with premium sauce.  
No-Neck turns at the sound of hoofbeats. "Blast, one of them do-good Avalon-ers."
 "I'll 'mischief' you, meddling witch - I haven't had me no canned amazon for a l-o-n-n-g time.""  "Hah! An' I gots your leg."  Before she can swing her weapon, his powerful arms wrap around her waist. She gasps. Too close. Her faithful sword now waves useless in the breeze. 
No-Neck pushes her back and clambers higher.
 Unable to get his arms around her splendid breastplate, his talon-like fingers slide on the polished steel. The young knight shakes free.   As her sword keens through the air in vicious circles, No-Neck runs for Troll Haven a half mile away. She shouts after him, "Know you, troll, I am Courtney. Tell your brethren of this day, and tremble!" He half turns. "Blowhard!" |
