She gets close...

Eilwy dived towards her bag, immediately lifting the spell from Gorge, who stumbled forward under his own momentum. The lithe enchantress ducked under his grasping arms and heard him grunt with surprise and frustration.

Niamh booed playfully, settling in to watch the show. After all, it would be more entertaining if Eilwy was going to struggle.

Eilwy grabbed her bag and scrabbled around in it for the wand. Where in the Hells was it? This was always the problem with magic bags, so much bigger on the inside...

Her hand closed around the bone shaft of the wand, which immediately gave off a wave of powerful, malevolent energy. Quickly, without stopping to think of the consequences, she ripped it out of the bag and turned to face the Troll.

Not quickly enough. Gorge, recovered, barrelled into her. The enchantress and the Troll fell in a heap in the twigs and leaves, the wand knocked from Eilwy's hand. The full weight of the Troll's massive body pressed down on the slim enchantress, and she was aghast to feel his erection rudely pressing against her stomach.

Niamh clapped and giggled.

"Nooooo!" Eilwy wailed, punching him in the shoulder helplessly.

Gorge grinned slowly at his captive.

"Ohh, she's SO fucked," Assha breathed, her fingers picking up pace.

Gorge leant forward and gripped the shoulder's of Eilwy's black robe in his massive hands, ready to rip it down. But in doing so he lifted himself slightly from Eilwy, giving her the perfect opportunity to knee him in his soft balls.

She didn't hesitate.

She drove the bone of her kneecap into his vulnerability with a might born of fear and desperation.

THWUMP!

Gorge gave a agonized groan and his grip weakened on Eilwy. She slipped through his fingers and threw herself towards the wand, fingers desperately outstretched.

The tip of her fingers brushed the wand.

She was going to get it!

But then the Troll roughly grabbed her ankle and yanked her back.