[Look, there are just some times where it's important to just yank someone around and slam a hand into their face, and that time is when there are supernatural troll creatures, mutated and disgusting, threatening you with a disease, or threatening to take over your mind through eye contact.
When Brook tells him to move, Onni settles himself more steadily but isn't fast enough to stop the smaller man as he ducks under his hand and arm and leaps at the troll.]
Wait, Brook!
[But then Brook's foot smashes through the head of the troll and breaks it directly off. The way the head falls off isn't the biological movement of flesh, though, it's something else. Like plaster or something. It's then that he realizes that it's another of those moving mannequins, and he scowls at the thing and at Brook both.]
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When Brook tells him to move, Onni settles himself more steadily but isn't fast enough to stop the smaller man as he ducks under his hand and arm and leaps at the troll.]
Wait, Brook!
[But then Brook's foot smashes through the head of the troll and breaks it directly off. The way the head falls off isn't the biological movement of flesh, though, it's something else. Like plaster or something. It's then that he realizes that it's another of those moving mannequins, and he scowls at the thing and at Brook both.]
Another of those things.
[A frown, staring at the troll.]
Did you know when you jumped at it?