I try to slow down my breathing as much as I can. Too much energy spent. Too much. Breathe. Conserve. Heal. Haa... Like that could be called a heal, a bit of improvement over a normal human`s healing. As a bit of strength returns to my limbs I look around. A few goblins screaming and crawling away from me. A blind troll running around. Shit, forgot about this one. I start to slowly walk towards them. Scanning the ground I find what`s left of my sword, in the same location I left it. I wobble over to a pair of dead trolls and pulled what was left of my sword, the lower half of it, out of its eye. Ahh shit, an eye came out with it, I don`t want to touch it, so I clean it off on a nearby wolf corpse. Slowly I go around and finish anything still breathing or moving. One thing I`ve learned through experience is that when a limb is lost, no matter who loses it, they typically lose fifty-to-eighty percent of their offensive capabilities. With trolls though, it`s a bit harder. Fucking tough ass hide of theirs. Three meters tall, four-hundred kilos of muscle, thick hide, and dumber than a fucking rock. After finishing everyone around the blind troll is the only one left. The blind troll is about fifteen meters away and searching for me. Taking a deep breath of fresh air I stop. Damn, I smell like hell. Looking around I find a severed leg of a goblin. I grab the leg and throw it a few meters from me. The troll snaps towards the sound and jumps to where the sound came from. It`s back was towards me. So I proceed to do the most logical thing, which is exploring how deep a trolls asshole is. A shame I have such a short tool. I quickly jump back and roll out of its way. Come on, die faster, you should have died a long time ago from blood loss. Stolen novel; please report. His voice changed a "tiny" bit after my action. As he searches for me, it hits me, it`s not a he but a she...well "it" would be fine too. Seems she`s not into anal. What a pity. I should end this quickly. She`s coming closer. Taking a limb laying around and throw it directly at the troll. She instinctively catches the limb with both her hands and jaws. But it`s too late, I`m already under her. As I stab my uncircumcised sword into her neck, she tries to catch me but I`m already out of her reach. She makes a few gurgling noises vaguely resembling coughs and falls into the the snow. Finally. I don`t have much energy left. In this state I won`t even reach the base. I need food, whatever is left of my ration is already useless. I need meat. Lucky for me I have a veritable buffet to select from. Goblin, skinny little things barely any meat on their bones. Wolves, Plenty of meat, but it`ll take some work. And lastly troll, meat so tough it might as well be rock. I sigh, as I look for the goblin leg that I threw before, a small snack to give me enough energy to carve up some decent meat from the wolves. Life goes on huh.