[She stops at the clearing, taking a second to catch her breath as she squints through the rain at... whatever this thing is. A troll, sure, it can be a troll. It's not like it's the weirdest thing she's seen lately. She's about to do -- something, she's not sure what, but then he takes initiative annnnd.
Oh, he threw a rock. Okay.]
Is that your plan? Oh, my god. [There's not a lot of time to bitch about it, though, because the troll apparently finds this very Rude and immediately starts charging toward them. Fiona should probably take this as a cue to turn around and head in the other direction, but goddammit, she wants her hat back, so instead she runs toward the thing, using some nearby, conveniently ascending rocks to get some height before launching herself at it, the momentum sending her foot right at its face.]
oh my god did i make it worse somehow, why
Oh, he threw a rock. Okay.]
Is that your plan? Oh, my god. [There's not a lot of time to bitch about it, though, because the troll apparently finds this very Rude and immediately starts charging toward them. Fiona should probably take this as a cue to turn around and head in the other direction, but goddammit, she wants her hat back, so instead she runs toward the thing, using some nearby, conveniently ascending rocks to get some height before launching herself at it, the momentum sending her foot right at its face.]