| The troll roars and
charges at you. You jab him in the belly with your sword.
"Ouch!" he cries. "That thing is sharp!" You look at the tip of your sword. It's been bent by the impact with his belly! But clearly, he didn't like it, and he has stepped aside. You bolt past him, onto the bridge. About halfway over, you realize that trolls don't make the best bridgekeepers. The bridge is old and the planking is rotting. It creaks and cracks under your weight -- and then the whole structure collapses in front of you. |