Your grip tightened around the handle of your makeshift weapon, a sturdy branch, trying to hold yourself together against trolls. Just as you were about to summon every ounce of your courage and brace for the inevitable clash, a sudden burst of movement erupted from the darkness. Figures blurred into action, and you barely had time to register the flash of a gleaming sword and the determined shouts of your saviors. It was Jim Lake Jr., flanked by Claire and Toby. "Hands off of them!"