Yes!

The *WHOOSH* of the blade is quickly followed by a very satisfying *SQUISH* as your sword connects with her arm and is quickly followed by two *THUDS.*

One is the sound of your blade connecting with the ground. The other is the sound of the troll's now-severed arm landing in the dirt.

There's a very quiet moment between the two of you, as the troll looks at you, then at her stump of an arm, then back to you, then back to the arm, and then finally back to you.

And then the wound starts spraying whatever it is that trolls squirt out when you cut them (YUCK! You are so glad you paid the extra gold to ensure your helmet came with a splatter guard), and she starts screaming at the top of her lungs and bawling her eyes out.

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY ARM! YOU CUT MY ARM OFF! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" She screams, having apparently forgotten she was trying to kill you mere moments before.

She falls back butt-first onto the ground, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes with her one good hand.

"YOU WRECK MY HOUSE, AND NOW THIS!" She points her still-gushing stump at you, getting troll goo all over your nice boots.

"WHAT AM I GONNA DO FOR A JOB NOW?" She whines, and then starts doing that kind of sobbing where you also start doing that little half-sniffle, half-sucking-in-air-through-your-mouth thing between every other syllable you say.

"I'M... GONNA... HAVE TO... MOVE... BACK... IN WITH... MY... PAR...ENTS!"

Your steely-resolve starts to crumble a little as you take in the sight of this terrifying creature reduced to such a pathetic, gibbering wreck. This is just embarrassing.

"THIS... IS THE... WORST... BIRTHDAY... EVER-ER-ER!"

Okay, now you're starting to feel bad. After all, none of this would have happened if you had just paid that 1 gold toll fee to start with.

You put your hand behind your head and look away, acting as if that pebble at your feet is suddenly very captivating as you try to think of something to say.