The Trollhunter unleashed a primal cry. The howl echoed across Lake Arcadia Oaks, startling Sir Barks—and Angor Rot.

Jim fanned his shield and banged it into his enemy’s exposed side, knocking the wind out of him. Jim sent him upright again with an armored knee to the face. He followed with a flurry of jabs and kicks, not so much softening up his Troll punching bag as toying with him. Jim discovered a newfound, feral glee even in the middle of this life-or-death fight. He then gripped the handle of his Daylight Sword with both hands and swung with all his might.

Angor Rot managed to step back just in time as the sword cut through his chest strap. With the leather strap severed, the Pixie hive fell and landed in the mud behind him. Jim swept the off-balance Troll’s feet out from under him with a final kick. Angor Rot fell backward, his spine smashing open the hive, his Grave Sand spilling out in a black cloud.