The dull thuds of steel ripping into flesh scared off what birds remained in the tree tops.
A direct hit to the massive beasts' forearm, yet it didn't flinch at all. Before the woman inflicting the wound was in a proper fighting stance again, the wound started healing.
"damned trolls." the Nordic woman thought to herself. She made her way back into that fight that had shifted several meters away from her.
The beast had ambushed the two nords. Randoak and his housecarl Lydia had made the error of passing the Frost trolls lair, causing it to attack.
It's two fists clutched together came crashing down on the steel shield of Randoak, the blow staggered him back, but it cleared an opening for Lydia to step in and bury her blade into it's abdomen. A direct hit! But the strong muscles of the beast made it hard to pull the sword out on time, and the few extra seconds she needed to pull the blade clean, were a few seconds she couldn't afford. Too late she let go of the hilt to step away, instead she felt the rough claws of it's paws ripping through her throat. She felt the stuffing of her armour rapidly going warm with blood as her vision grew dark.
"Damnable Beast!" Randoak shouted as he used his shield to cover the body of his friend. it only took a few more swings with his sword to bring the mortally wounded creature down.
He looked down at the corpse of his fallen housecarl. Now he was sworn to carry this burden. He dug a nearby hole in the deep snow using his shield, and placed her body in it.
Back home, he enchanted her sword with a fire enchant and used the soul of the Frost Troll to fuel it.
Lydia's Scorn would never leave his side again,