As the troll's mighty chieftain fell dead, the other trolls turned around and ran away as fast as their clawed legs allowed them, stumbling and sliding on their way down the mountain's snowy slopes.
Arad grabbed the chieftain's corpse with one hand and shoved it away, throwing it down the mountain to the monster-infested ravine. He wanted some food, but the troll's rotten and maggot-riddled flesh was too appalling even for him.
The woman looked at Arad with a shocked and terrified face. Even in her cruelest expedition to wild mountains, she had never seen someone with enough strength to rip a troll's twin heads clean off with a punch.
Unlike her, who risked her life to brave the deadly storm, he probably can't even feel the cold.
Arad turned around and pointed at the carriage. "Get inside before you freeze. We should move before more of them come. The last thing I want is to be late, and I'm sure your little boy needs to be cared for as soon as possible."
