[He honks low under his breath, still circling. He has half a mind to knock her head off right out, but that wouldn't be any fun. Truly passionate hate is all about balance.
Right after the words about how he's a freakin' nutball, he sees an opening, and dashes forward, cracking her in the stomach with the deuce clubs. They're one of his least pwoerful weapons, yeah, but trolls have a few points of toughness on humans when it comes to skin.
He leans close enough to honk in her ear, listening for the sounds of wounding, but also sort of half-propping her against the wall, waiting for the fingers to dig in, the legs or arms to lash out. Something. It's so romantic...]
It is the best couple. XD The best quadrant.
Right after the words about how he's a freakin' nutball, he sees an opening, and dashes forward, cracking her in the stomach with the deuce clubs. They're one of his least pwoerful weapons, yeah, but trolls have a few points of toughness on humans when it comes to skin.
He leans close enough to honk in her ear, listening for the sounds of wounding, but also sort of half-propping her against the wall, waiting for the fingers to dig in, the legs or arms to lash out. Something.
It's so romantic...]