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Sherlock eyes the troll crashing through the valley towards him, each of its steps leaving behind a small crater. Once he can see the whites of its tiny eyes, he flicks out a hand. There’s a flash of blue and white. Nothing is left of the troll but a somewhat bigger crater, still smoking.
Sherlock sighs. “Boring,” he announces to no one in particular.