The Ultimate Host

Brutus collasped on the ground and instantly got the chills. He never had been in a cold environment in his life. Brutus was born and raised on Navel Island. Shit, this place is cold!" Why did you pick this place as the best destination?!" Really?!" This was the first place that came to your mind?" Couldn't you've thought of something much better, let's say a warmer place?!" Hendrix sighed. On the other hand, he didn't mind the cold. Relax." There is a reason why I came to The North." Just shut your mouth and follow me." Hendrix turned around and started walking uphill of ice. Brutus's teeth were jittering and his hands were shaking. When Brutus was about to follow behind he heard loud footsteps behind his back. Brutus pulled out his bone sword and tightly clutched it. He sniffed the area and smelled a horrible stench. He was well aware that there was some kind of creature stalking him and Hendrix. Brutus then sniffed the area again and noticed the horrible stench disappeared.

" Hmm." Maybe it's just my imagination." When Brutus turned around he saw a troll. That explained the horrible stench. Hendrix also started to smell the horrible stench. " What the hell is that smell?" Hendrix turned around and saw the troll. He was about to interfere but suddenly halted. Hendrix wanted to see if agreeing to become partners with Brutus was a good idea. He just stood back and watched the show. The troll stood 9 feet tall weighing 500 pounds. Thick black hair surrounded its body which allowed it to survive through tough cold times in the North. The troll was equipped with a club, long and sharp claws, razor-sharp teeth, strength 10 times stronger than that of a normal person, and nearly indestructible skin.

There were only a few hundred trolls left. Originally there were thousands of trolls. They terrified people of the North killed anyone who ventured towards their territory. After they killed them, they added the intruders into their stew and made them their dinner. But over the years people grew brave. The trolls were captured and killed with the help of crafty traps. The people then took their hides and skin and sold them to traders and fashion designers. Their hides were made in rugs and their skin was turned into fashionable clothes and shows The hide of a troll could go up to 2,000 gold coins.

The troll started walking towards Brutus. Brutus sighed. " Look here, you ugly creature." I don't have the time and patience to fight you so it will be nice if you get the f.u.c.k- Before Brutus could finish his sentence, the troll smacked Brutus in the air with its club. Brutus landed on his back. As he landed on his back he coughed up blood. A couple of his ribs were bruised. When the troll started stomping on the ground, it started to shake. Brutus wiped the blood from his mouth and clutched his bruised ribs. Brutus pulled out his bone sword and started running towards the troll. The troll picked up his club and swung it at Brutus like a bat. Brutus slid through the troll's legs and quickly turned around and hopped on the troll's shoulders, repeatly stabbing it in the neck. The troll let out a loud scream.

The troll grounded its teeth together and heavily breathed through its nostrils. The troll grew angry. The troll's brown eyes turned completely red. The troll grabbed Brutus off its shoulders and flung him into the sky like a baseball. The troll had no more use for its club. The troll's shoved its claws into the snow, unearthing a giant boulder. While Brutus was falling he pulled out his last resort weapon, his blowdart. Just when was about to fire a dart of his blowdart, the troll tossed the giant boulder at Brutus. Brutus no there was no way he was about to dodge the boulder. Suddnely a blur appeared in front of Brutus. The blur approached the boulder, causing it to burst into smithereens. Brutus didn't know what the hell just happened. However, he didn't pay attention and fired 2 darts at the troll. The troll was way smarter than Brutus thought. The troll suddenly rolled out of the way. Brutus landed on his hands and backflipped onto his feet. Brutus noticed the troll was smirking.

Brutus tried his blowdart once again but this time he no longer had any ammo. When the troll realized this, he started walking towards Brutus beginning to laugh and giggle. Before the troll reached him, the blur reappeared but this time morphed into a man and appeared in front of the troll. As the troll saw the man, the troll hesitated to even strike Brutus. The man that stood in front of Brutus was 6'2 weighing 200 pounds. He wore a black cloak and hood and was pale as a ghost. The man's purple lines coming down both of his yellow eyes. The man's fingernails were black. The troll slowly started backing away.

The troll was getting scared and started profusely sweating. The troll abruptly swung its huge claws after the man. The man leaped into the air, hopping onto the troll's head. The man suddenly muttered something and punched the troll in the head. Blood gushed out of the troll's ears and nostrils. The troll died instantly. Its huge 500-pound frame smashed on the icy ground. The man jumped off the troll and took off his hood, completely revealing his face. The man had spiky black hair with red highlights. The man walked up to Brutus and asked: Who are you?"