Percy had heard a child. He mentally cursed as he watched the beam sail up into the troll's stomach. Hopefully the creature would pay attention to him rather than Fisk and the child. At least he was fairly certain it was Fisk he had heard. The beam bounced off the creature's stomach but he turned his attention to Percy. Which was good. Right?

Through the fog he heard Fisk's assessment of the building. Shit. That really wasn't good. The troll took a lumbering step toward Percy even as a brick bounced harmlessly off it's back as if it were a only a fly. "Get them out! There's a door in the back through the kitchen!" He shouted back to Fisk, trying to recall the times he had been in Quin's kitchen. She'd have to deal with the kid because the troll was lumbering toward him now.

On the ground next to Percy sat the Honeyduke's sign, Percy lifted it, it was heavy, but better to make sure the troll followed him than got distracted. "I'm going to try and lead him back." He turned and set off on a pace not too fast that the creature would lose site of him in the fog but not slow enough for the troll to decide he was the next plaything.