Control

Erik had faced trolls in the past, the filthy things were everywhere, but he soon realized his misjudgement as he bashed ones skull in, just to turn and see three more.
Even then, his rage was in control, bringing a skill to his swings that many times had surprised himself. Bringing the hammer down on the shoulder of another, the sickening sweet crunch and pop of it's dislocation created the distraction needed for another to get bite down on his own arm.
Pain siezed his body as the trolls tusks dug deep, forcing him to drop his war hammer. The mix of battle fury and anguish was overwhelming his concious mind, clouding what little control he had.
This is ENOUGH, the thought tore through his mind as his vision became clouded and Erik finally agreed to lose control.
Outside of his mind, the troll on his shoulder was still trying to saw through his arm, scratching his body for good measure. The other trolls had begun fighting themselves again, one trying to eat the limp arm of the other.
Another battle cry turned thier attention to thier original fight, in time to watch thier comrade being thrown into the rock wall, then being set upon by Erik as he faced it barehanded, brauling with a revived strentgh. As they were about to set upon him, they heard commotion coming from over a tree that had been felled.
Thier maws filled with saliva as they then smelled the flesh of softer prey.