|Khahaha! You were right – cleaving him feels like cutting through warm butter – no resistance at all.|
Zombie laughed internally watching the moss troll writhe in pain.
|Shoud have cut off his head and be done with it.|
Patience sighed, sounding as if she was shaking her head at him.
|That is not my task for today.|
Zombie shrugged his shoulders, just as the troll was reaching out to his hand cut-off arm, undoubtedly to try to reattach it since its natural healing ability would actually allow that,
"Did I allowed you to touch that?"
The little blue undead rolled his eyes and took a step forward before winding up for a slash.
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