"Um..."

Before Hilda can get more than that out, she suddenly hears a very loud *DING* followed by a very sharp pain in her head.

The blow knocks the knight to the ground. She rolls over onto her back, groaning.

What just happened?

She looks up to see the troll standing over her, her severed arm in her one good hand.

"Holy crap, I can't believe that worked," she says, suddenly much more calm than she was just moments before.

"Just how stupid do you have to be to fall for something like that?" She sounds downright giddy.

The knight clumsily reaches for her sword, but the troll steps on Hilda's hand before she can grab it.

"Have you never seen a troll before? Did you skip class the day they were going over troll physiology?"

She takes her severed arm and carefully sticks it back onto its stump.

"We regenerate, stupid! That's like, our whole deal!"

Hilda stares at the troll while the cut slowly fades away.

"Well, that and the bridge thing."

The cut is now entirely gone, and she's starting to wiggle her fingers and wave her arm around.

"What am I gonna do with you now?" She ponders out loud, apparently not bothering to pay close attention to her defeated opponent any more.

Hilda tries to slide her hand out of the gauntlet the troll's standing on but before she can do that, another blow to the head knocks her out cold.