The Troll-Witch stomps about, reacting to the threats around her, and calls her three remaining minions in to defend her, and they converge. Or at least, they try.
Frustrated, the Troll-Witch considers hurling another spell.
But Swift has arrived, and the Prismatic Fey told her, once, their magic aura is a powerful defense against magical attacks. The Troll Witch sends a charge of flickering energy into her fingers. When she tries to claw at the oncoming Swift, though, the energy in one hand fades and dies.
With her other great clawed hand she scoops up the Nymph, hoping for a hostage. The Nymph cries out and slumps down, and as Karel’s arrow hits the Troll-With, she is dropped back to the floor. The Nymph drags herself out of the way, looking exhausted, and frightened, but also, relieved, because help is here and it looks like the help is winning. And they’ve brought a Unicorn. Or perhaps the Unicorn brought them. There is no better way of saying “we’re the good guys!” than to bring a Unicorn, because a Unicorn will never be selfish or cruel, and every creature in the forest knows it.
The Rock Troll’s approach has been slowed by the Grease Spell. It knows already that these paths can be tricky for the large, heavy, and clumsy. Bit it makes steady progress.
Aelasuria’s Magic Missiles hit the Mud Troll- bits of slimy mud splatter as the creature is wounded. Spica’s horn hits too- but the Mud Troll seems resistant to physical damage. Or at least, when pierced, it muddy body flows back to seal the wound, almost instantly. The Unicorn is frustrated. How can she fight a creature like this? And if it is not stopped…
“Karel, behind you!” Spica warns, as the Mud Troll presses forwards.
On the other side of the battle...
Theoderic looks up at the sound of Aelasuria’s cry. His first instinct tells him he must get to her. But he can’t, and he can’t get to the Troll Witch. Between Kalen’s arrows, and the more direct attack by Salen and Swift, it’s too busy there. And they have it well in hand, it seems. With a flash of rainbow light, Swift’s weapon hits the Troll Witch. The creature staggers, and breaths hoarsely. She is having trouble with so many skilled opponents at once. So Theoderic helps out the Nixies, attacking the water troll.
The Water Troll finally has an air breathing opponent. It lunges at Theoderic, and pulls him in… but the water is not that deep at this point. His feet touch bottom only about four feet down. He can still fight. And he is joined by the Nixies, who swarm around, keeping the Water Troll from pulling Theoderic’s head under.
At the entrance to the Water Garden, heads peak in. Cirrus, Ayren, and a pair of Elves are there, and they want to see what’s happening. One of the Elves sends an arrow flying across the garden, hitting the Rock Troll squarely. But the Elven arrow merely breaks against the creature’s skin.