Gloriously rushing headlong into battle would be a lot easier and more glorious without a stream of panicked villagers rushing in the opposite direction, but Owain determinedly weaves and darts (and occasionally shoves) his way around them, intent on reaching the massive troll that appeared without warning. This is the opportunity he's been waiting for--the chance to prove himself a great hero to the entire town! Maybe there will be a frightened damsel he can dash in and rescue. Maybe the townspeople will erect a statue of him in gratitude!

He eventually works his way past the fleeing masses and draws his sword... and sees that someone has beaten him to it. But before he even has a chance to be annoyed or disappointed, the armour-clad man breathes fire and Owain's jaw drops.

...That. Was. AWESOME.

The man is a stranger to him, and Owain decides he needs to remedy this immediately. "I AM WITH YOU!" he shouts, raising his blade above his head, before turning to point it at the troll as the beast recovers its bearings.

"FIEND! Now taste the righteous wrath of the legendary blade Mystletainn!" And with a wordless yell, he readies his sword and charges.