The drow dropped to the ground and rolled, dodging the falling hammer of a troll. His blue eyes glimmered as he pushed upwards and sliced open the troll with his single sword, following through with a cut to another troll's neck. The head fell to the ground, the hideous face splattering on the solid stone floor. The drow stood up and wiped the blood off of his deep blue blade on the body of the second troll, and looked up to the sky. Storm clouds were beginning to blot out the stars, and thunder sounded in the distance.
"Time for war, my friend," whispered the drow to his blade, and they set out towards the rising moon.
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