Yes!

The *WHOOSH* of the blade is quickly followed by a very satisfying *SQUISH* as the sword connects with the troll's arm. It's quickly followed by two *THUDS.*

One is the sound of Hilda's 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, as the troll looks at Hilda, then at her stump of an arm, then back to Hilda, then back to the arm, and then finally back to Hilda.

And then the wound starts spraying whatever it is that trolls squirt out when you cut them.

YUCK! I'm so glad I paid the extra gold to ensure my helmet came with a splatter guard.

And then the troll 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 Hilda 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 the knight, getting troll goo all over Hilda's 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!"

Hilda's steely-resolve starts to crumble a little as she takes 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 I'm starting to feel bad. After all, none of this would have happened if I had just paid that 1 gold toll fee to start with.

Hilda puts her hand behind her head and looks away, acting as if that pebble at her feet is suddenly very captivating as she tries to think of something to say.