You gather your strength and your 'battering ram' and start pounding on the next section of grate. This one takes a bit longer, but you finally bust it open, take a short break, and then begin pounding on the next.
You smell a familiar smell and hear a noise outside the door. The smell is unmistakably mindflayer, but there is another smell. Is that, troll?
Yep, it's troll. The door flies open and there is a large troll. Over his shoulder, you see a mindflayer.
You can take the troll, as long as that cowardly mindflayer stays out of your head. The troll is already bounding toward you from the doorway and you square off, getting ready to batter his head with the huge handle. You thrust and, in spite of the troll trying to parry it, the log connects with his head, making a sick snapping sound.
The troll staggers from your blow, and then you stagger from a blinding pain that feels like an explosion went off inside your own head. Damn squid! You knew he wasn't going to wait for his turn. The ground rushes up to meet you and you succumb to the darkness...
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