Fuu can't get past it's powerful healing

"BRAAAAGHHHH!" the troll bellowed, furious beady eyes latched onto Fuu's small form--the only target to vent its fury nearby. She braced herself, just as the creature began to charge, rushing directly at her with arms swiping madly through the air. Fuu had **** but to dodge, weaving nimbly around the blows, and using the length and tip of her spear to keep him at bay through quick, precise jabs. The troll may have healed quickly from her attacks, but that didn't stop him from recoiling in pain each time metal pierced his flesh.

Soon Fuu found herself panting, her body drenched in sweat from the few minutes of defensive fighting. The troll's rapid regeneration seemed to carry over into a rather impressive amount of stamina as well, as the creature launched attack after relentless attack. Before long, Fuu's small counter attacks ceased entirely. It was all she could do to just keep herself out of the way of his smashing attacks and grabbing hands. Fuu knew that if he were to land even one of those powerful hits on her, she would be finished.

Fuu grimaced as the troll turned to face her once again. Maybe if she was careful she could land a precise hit to its head. The troll could heal itself, but certainly damaging it's brain would be somewhat more permanent. She readied herself as it charged again, then thrust her spear upward, driving the full **** of her well trained body into the attack and forcing the point of the spear into the monster's head.

"GRR-GGRRRK!! RAAAAWW" the troll bellowed, giving a noise that was clearly full of pain, yet its massive hand still reached out for Fuu, even as it did so. Fuu moved to dance away, only to find her spear was still lodged deep in the creature's face. In the moment of hesitation over whether or not to abandon her weapon, the Troll's beefy fingers grasped around Fuu's arm. Before she could react, it bellowed again arm muscles stronger than Fuu's entire body ripped her up into the air, then slammed her into the stone ground of the arena.

Dazed, Fuu struggled to focus, but there was no time to collect her thoughts before the Troll pulled her upward once again and slammed her fully down into the ground. The wind was knocked out of Fuu's body, the whole world sent into spinning chaos by the way she was flung around, and yet the troll wasn't finished yet. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he picked her up, treating her like a rag doll as he flung Fuu into the ground again and again. It was only the sacred blessing of the Goddess that kept Fuu's body from breaking.

Laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, Fuu could faintly make out the idea of voices echoing out through the arena. Her vision blurred in and out of focus, her entire body screamed in pain, yet Fuu maintained a look of serene peace on her face. That would be the last thing to fade, even if the life were to leave her body. In the distance, she recognized the sounds of her friends yelling, but couldn't make out the words, or even register which friends they were. Fuu only wished she could tell them it was okay, but she couldn't get her mouth to work well enough to utter the sound.

While Fuu struggled to come back to reality, the troll stumbled over to her. Looming above her body, it stared down at her. Fuu could make out the faint glisten of droll from its lips as it reached up. Both hands clasped around the spear that was still embedded in its skull. The troll howled as it tore the weapon free, but only moments later, its face looked good as new. Fuu hadn't even been able to leave a scratch.