Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi - you're my only hope!

[secondcity_npc]

Characters: A bunch of time-lost folks and YOU!
Time: Late Sunday night
Location: The American Girl Place
Content: Trolls, hippies, and American Girl dolls.
Format: Action!
Warnings: Nonsensical 50s slang and mention of wars long since gone by

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[secondcity_npc]

[The middle-sized troll didn't even have time to react to the sound of squealing tires - it hit against the hood of the truck with the sickening thud of shattered bones, rolling over the windshield, onto the roof, and then tumbling off to the side. It was apparently stunned by the impact, moving piteously in the street between two parked cars.

The biggest troll didn't stand much of chance either, catching the kinetic force right in the face. It ends up toppling head over heels halfway down the block, landing with a dull crunch on top of a Cadillac.

That left the smallest. It realized that while the pray it held in its meaty fist was an easy target, the resulting actions from the others in the group was not desirable at all. It let out a loud roar, loud enough to give anyone pause and then darted between two brick buildings, throwing the girl off to the side like a rag doll. The girl let out a terrified scream again as she went sailing through the air and then collided with another one of the newly-arrived civilians, a blond young man wearing glasses, and they both went tumbling right into the path of the dazed, but still conscious, middle troll]

[beatdiva_starr]

[Starr couldn't help but wince at the thud but was glad to see the troll moving way. That was one down...and Harry had the second it seemed. Starr kept singing under her breath since it kept her from freaking out all over the place.

There was more screaming but Starr felt like they were actually getting things under control. Starr notices Molly and Winry making their way towards the main group of people. Starr quickly turns the truck around and moves over to the crowd, rolling down the window so she can yell at Winry or Molly]

You girls look like you could use a lift. I have enough room in the back for your friends too if you want to help load them up. [she gave them a wink, although the way her hands were clutching the steering wheel might have betrayed her confidence. She figured if they could get most of the people onto the truck they could get out of here and off to safety]

[fightanddefend]

[She's momentarily taken aback by Starr's entrance - didn't she do that once? - before snapping back into it at Harry's command]

Got it!

[Harry takes out the big one, the smallest is on its way out after dropping the girl, so that just leaves the middle one...who's beginning to come to with the girl and the guy she landed on right in its way. Not good.

She darts to the side, keeping an eye on Harry - he looks to be doing okay - and getting an angle where she can hit the mid-sized troll without hitting any bystanders. Good thing Starr's moved the truck by then]

Move!

[Ready, aim, fire. Troll, eat Gospel]

[nowhere_winry]

O-okay!

[Winry grabbed the nearest person, a skinny man wearing a fringed leather vest, and nearly heaved him into the back of the truck, adrenaline adding to her natural strength.]

[secondcity_npc]

[The man in the fringed leather vest seems a little less...there than the others] Hey girl, chill. We're just all having fun here...

[Yup, not there at all]

[Even before the Gospel attack leaves Rosette's hands, the middle troll seems to sense that something is about to happen. It lets out a roar of disapproval before grabbing the young man, preparing to use him as a shield to take the blunt of the blast. The young man lets out a startled shout as the attack comes hurtling towards them, wriggling vainly in an attempt to get out of the monster's grip]

[outtabubblegum]

[Harry only has a heartbeat to feel relief as they manage to get the girl away from the troll when things suddenly got very bad again. There was no way Harry could ever move fast enough to get between the attack and the man, and doing so would just get him killed anyway.

Luckily magic moves as fast as the speed of will and word. Lifting his staff, he cries 'Forzare!' and lets out a ball of force to hit the troll out of the way. The spell, however, isn't nearly as strong as he'd intended, and it takes way more out of him than it should]