"Fuck!" Ellie cries out as suddenly there is a troll on top of them, and she is smacked in the face by an overly long horn.

Fuck this. Fuck this. She was getting the hell out of here.

The piece of wood still in her hands, she scrambled to pull a bunch of the apples toward her, using her shirt like a basket, and then without a second's pause she took off again and into the grass.