Wapun Meadow [NaWOWriMo] you're still young, that's your fault

Elfie should have realized that fat did not always mean slow and weak. Quite the contrary, when the message finally reached the pig's head, it got to it's feet and charged forward like a tank. It brushed his shoulder, sending him flying and ran off without a second glance.

"You, jerk..." the boy muttered, springing to his feet and narrowly escaping certain death, when the troll swung it's heavy club right above his head and cut down the nearest trees in the process (oh, wait, they were in the meadow, right? Let's assume that they were small trees). He did not wait another second. He ran, he caught up with the fatso, was very tempted to bit it's traitor-ass, but the troll, who was on their heels, deterred him from doing that. 

"You will be a dead man," Elfie told, running side by side now.