The building was coming down, which meant there was officially nothing more that Ben could hope to accomplish. With some difficulty, he sat back down on the cobblestones, still clutching his gut. When the rubble settled, the troll wasn't moving anymore — and neither was anything else in that direction. Hopefully the man who'd run inside wasn't dead.

Hopefully Ben wasn't dead, come to think of it — or at least dying. His stomach still hurt something awful.