Greeting

Erik drove all of his weight into the nearest troll, sending it tusks first into a nearby tree trunk.
His arm was now limp from his wound and the rest of his body wasn't in the best of shape. Taking a quick look at the others, the elf looked ready to fall as well, but others had joined. Half-elf he had seen already, a dwarf coming to her aid after being sent flying. He had heard an archer, but couldn't see him anywhere. This gave him an uneasy feeling and he had already had to many of those. He moved to stand near the elf, the three trolls left looking for an opening.
"Are you here to help or do you fight so you can kill me yourself?"