"Welp," thought Eckhart "This isn't a situation I anticipated" Eckhart had, of course, practiced with his sword. Or at least, he read a book about swordplay once. Frankly, Eckhart never expected that he would ever have to use the sword at all, let alone fend off trolls with it. Well aware that he would likely fail whatever minuscule expectations the armored man had of him, Eckhart took what he thought looked like a defensive position.
Four of the trolls went for the armored man. More glory to be gained, Eckhart supposed. As one of the two remaining trolls charged at him with a short blade, Eckhart raised his arm as a shield and let himself get hit. Luckily the troll's blade was dull, and it got stuck in Eckhart'ss arm instead of cleaving through it. With the knowledge that he could heal this wound later, Eckhart bit his tongue so as to hold back a scream of pain. However, his gambit had payed off, and he was now in a position where the troll was at his mercy. Eckhart made a motion to cut off the troll's head, but couldn't put enough force behind the swing and ended up merely cutting the troll's throat. It was enough however, and the troll collapsed. Knowing the same trick wouldn't work twice, Eckhart ended up throwing his sword at the other troll in an act of desperation. Through sheer dumb luck, the sword's hilt hit the troll square in the forehead, knocking it out cold.
