A Dwarf and a Man
"It's a bigg'un today," murmured the Dwarf, "Normally get a small one, but this one, is a lot bigger than the others." He had his battle axe held ready which made the man uneasy. "Is it that big Dwarf, that you must use your big axe to kill it instead of your small one?"
"Joke while ya can, this Troll ain't goin' down without a fight" the Dwarf snapped, "because if you aren't careful it'll be picking you from its teeth tonight!" As this shout echoed around the cave a faint rumbling appeared from somewhere up ahead. "See, now you've gone and woke it up!" shouted the Man. The Dwarf held his axe ready "I ain't goin' down that easily! It'll take more than some mere troll to take me down! If need be I'll chuck you at it and while it eats you, I'll chop its head off in one go!" As this was followed by another outburst from the Dwarf, a roar shook the cave walls and was soon followed by a 25 foot tall troll.
The Troll wore a battered chest piece, covered in rust and grime. In its right hand a big club, made from the trees of Isengard, was being held in a grip of iron; in its left it held a crude yet effective shield that was just as battered as the chest piece. The man began to back away, as he did so, he drew his sword, and the sound of it being unsheathed rang like a bell throughout the cave.
The Dwarf preferred to get closer, he began to heft his axe above his head, began to near his quarry, only to be sent flying by a wild blow from the trolls club. The Man watched the Dwarf hit the cave wall; he rushed to his friend, checking what injuries the troll had inflicted. To his surprise, all the Dwarf had received was a badly bruised eye, as well as a dent in his helmet.
"Are you alright my friend?" he enquired, the Dwarf, in response, let loose a string of curses that would have made Sauron's eye blush, and hefted his axe once more, still issuing curses in every language he knew, he rushed the troll.
Taken by surprise, the troll had little time to react, which was more than enough to allow the angry Dwarf the chance to cleave the trolls head off.
Cleaning his axe, the Dwarf spat on his foes corpse. The Man waited, checking the cave was clear, then, when the Dwarf was ready, they left the cave, mounted their steeds, then left to hand the trolls head in to the townsfolk, who would pay handsomely for such an act.