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Good! Because I've met gretchins who can hit harder than that! [Cain merely uses his sword to slow and redirect the blow. The strength in those noodly arms is deceiving; they must be almost entirely wirey muscles. An experienced swordsperson would be able to tell Cain is letting him wail away in a very subtly-controlled manner, but the troll would seem like a raging whirlwind of chaos and anger to anyone else.]
[Not even the destructive anger bothers Cain, because he's seen it enough times in his life from fellow humans not to be concerned. No, his heart only jumps at the sight of those teeth. Undoing a century of deeply-ingrained xenophobia isn't easy, after all, but he makes no change to his defensive strategy.]