The troll was making one last-ditch effort. It was only now, while the beast in front of it wasn't taking action, that it could do so.
The fire from Fenrir's barrier of flames, which it wore as a cloak, clung to its arm, spreading across the stone plates and searing into the flesh beneath. Before its attack even landed, chunks of the hardened stone began glowing red.
But the troll didn't stop. This heat was bearable; the heat on its stone casings was barely felt. Only the flesh underneath made its skin crawl. Even then, it would heal.
It wouldn't stop regardless of the pain, because it couldn't. This single strike was the blow that would shift its fate.
