Ethan had spent the last several moments weaving through the battlefield, deliberately avoiding unnecessary attacks while he gathered information. Every burst of movement served a purpose. He was getting a feel for the trolls' speed, strength, reach, reactions, and, most importantly, how they responded when pressured.
Wolfy was doing much the same.
While Ethan darted between the enormous monsters, the Fenrir acted as their vanguard, constantly engaging the trolls and forcing them to reveal more of what they could do. It kept them occupied while Ethan observed from different angles, occasionally striking only when an opportunity presented itself.
The trolls weren't simply large and strong.
They could use skills.
Ethan's eyes lit up when one of the monsters suddenly slammed both fists into the ground.
BOOM!
The earth beneath Wolfy erupted.
