Triplasian: adj. Three
Hogan couldn't believe this. Carter did a perfectly good job wiring the bridge to explode, but he was trapped under it because three chain smokers decided to rest there for who knew how long. Time was running out.
"Who's that walking over my bridge?" Carter suddenly roared, and Hogan nearly leaped out of his skin at how powerful it was. The loiterers yelped and darted away, screaming about trolls all the way back to the nearest patrol.
Next time he was in town, Hogan noted three familiar looking men being teased by their friends with the moniker "little billy-goat gruff."