The smaller troll and another stumbled off down the road, away from Falcon’s dumpster, at the closest they could get to a run. With a groan, the troll that the leader had called Ralph straightened up. The leader had already started to jog, passing so close that Falcon could smell the troll’s rancid sweat even over the reek of the dumpster. Ralph cursed, but had no choice but to follow. Passing the dumpster, he unloaded a punch into it, a blow hard enough to rock the massive box and dent the metal. Falcon ducked down low in a resurgence of terror, imagining that massive fist slamming into his own face.