Oohlgrist closed the door firmly on Brother Yews heels, turning his full attention onto Gwythe.
"What you do make me happy? What make me not eat you?"

Gwythe spits on the ground. "Fuck you and all your kin troll. he curses. "Try if you want, but you'll have to kill us both, and then the rest of us. Many have tried that, none have yet to succeed."

His hand remains on his sword but he takes a couple of steps away from Kalador to give them the option of one attacking from the side.

Kalador smiled at Gwythe and put his hand on his swords hilt.

"You more funny than orcling. Me like you."
A huge and extremely filthy hand shot out and swatted Gwythe on the shoulder, knocking him off balance, but (besides a bit of a bruise) inflicting no injury.
"Tell more joke!"

Gwythe wipes the back of his hand over his mouth but otherwise doesn't respond to the blow. He takes a couple of steps back from the troll and further to the side.

"We killed Lareth you know. And all his men. And some trolls that tried to move in after he died. We'll kill you too if you don't take the deal." Gwythe sneers.

Oohlgrist stopped laughing, a look of puzzlement coming over his face.
"Who?"

Oohlgrist remained silent, waiting for an explanation.

Gwythe stops mid-pace. "It seems the mighty Ooshgrish is not well informed about the world and who rises and who falls." He emphasizes the last word, a smile spreading over his face.

"You can wait for the promised treasure to arrive, and let us go about our business as agreed, or you can die here, and we'll take everything you own." He eases his blade an inch or two out of his belt, stepping again away and to the side.

Kalador smiled and said, "I like the way you think Gwythe. Why are we standing here anyway?" He drew his sword out an inch or two as well.

"Oh, you wanna dance now?"
The big trolls expression hardened.
"I let you go first, show how much like you."

OOC: You have initiative if you want to do this....

Gwythe smiles and shoves his sword back down further into his belt. "See Kalador, the beast doesn't want to fight after all." He adjusts his clothes slightly and takes a couple of steps further back, coming to a stop near the wall, and grunts slightly under his breath.

Kalador nodded and replied, "You're right Gwythe. Maybe he's scared of us?" He put his sword back in its sheath.

The last few comments where like pouring oil onto a raging fire. Massive fists lashed out simultaneously with lightning speed at both Kalador and Gwythe easily smashing both back into the wall with a crunch. [Private to Gwythe: Take 6 points of damage and consider yourself VERY lucky it wasn't more][Private to Kalador: Take 9 points of damage and consider yourself VERY lucky it wasn't more]
"You had chance. MY turn!"
Even after the punishing hits you get the feeling he's still holding back...

Kalador got up slowly. He drew his sword and prepared for the worst. He said, "How bad are you hurt Gwythe?"

[OOC: Yeah, I kept walking back and around so he couldn't do that, and if he could do it to one, he couldn't do it to both of us as we're no where near each other.]

Gwythe grunts in pain as he falls backwards. He takes a couple of seconds to catch his breath before pulling himself to his feet and hauling his sword out, holding it in front of him defensively, his free hand rubbing at ribs. "Not good."

The twenty foot chamber gave the huge troll little trouble in reaching any location within it, but for now it seemed like it's point had been made as he backed off.
"I end playing. You do what I say. You do when I say. You not argue with Oohlgrist. You not insult."
He sniffed the air questioningly.
"Now. DANCE!"

Kalador rolled his eyes and began to dance.

Gwythe lets the end of his sword drop to the ground, leaning on it a little as he staggers slightly. "Good..." he mutters as Kalador begins to dance, before leaning back against the wall and then sliding down to the ground as his feet slowly give out underneath him.

Oohlgrist seemed to acknowledge Gwythes "fragile" condition, not requiring anything much more than he clap the time for Kaladors dance.
Time passes, then the eastern door opens suddenly and the troll from the next room pokes it's head through.
[Language unknown: "Sheantout evai. Be manma ter rat?"]
Oohlgrist grunts a brief reply, indicating with a threatening fist that Kalador should continue his "entertainment" as the troll quickly withdraws.