Branches break in your passing and you stumble over a root, or maybe a rock, sending you tumbling in to the clearing lit by a roaring bonfire. You look up expecting to see a suspicious hunter perhaps, with his gun sighted on you, but you're certain your coffee shop apron and torn clothing will convince him you're harmless. Just in case you raise your hands to show you're unarmed but when you look past the fire it's not a hunter you see. Large, dark eyes the size of softballs look past an equally large, broad nose at you. Eyebrows the size of rats furl together in confusion and the mouth agrees, drooping open. A turn of your head reveals another one standing over the fire. His frame fits his head, huge and broad. Giants? No. Trolls? You consider as you gawk at them. Aren't the Hobbit movies done? What you don't see is the one that has stepped behind you with a thick club. You do feel it as it comes crushing down on your skull. Fortunately you don't have much time to consider the pain before the world ceases to exist.

It's a lethal blow.