Unkindness of ravens

I get out of the bed with a pain in my back and my sheets slightly covered in blood. I hear somebody walking, heavy steps, probably without anything on their feet.

I slowly open the door and look around the corner, at the base of the staircase I see a big figure, seven maybe eight feet tall but with a crooked back. I can sense the stench of rotten meat and bog water. A troll...fantastic! I need some weapons but they are downstairs.

I try to walk quietly but I hear how he takes deep breaths and I realize, he's trying to senses my smell. He starts running up the stairs the planks of wood shattering beneath his weight. I jump through the railings and clumsily fall ten feet on my back. I need to get to those weapons, I need my sword but my body feels heavy, the room is spinning and the scars start opening covering me in blood.

I sense that stench again and I jump forward towards my basement door as that six hundred pound beast falls behind me on his feet.

"Salazar child of raven! I, Grugnag, shall claim your head as a trophy and token of might!" yells the beast with his mouth drooling with a viscous green liquid that he would call saliva.

"Go to hell!" I bravely scream while running like a coward to my basement while the room is spinning.

I open the door and dash down the stairs rolling being careful to hit every stair on the way down, did I say I'm not very agile? The ice cold cement floor took all by dizziness away...and a couple of ribs.

Hearing the thumping of the troll was bad enough as it was but the door being thrown in front of me was even worse. I manage to get up and go to the old cabinet and pull out a rusty blacked out sword. I try to take the proper stand but a shockwave of pain puts me down on my knees.

Grugnag hits me right in the chest, I feel and hear my ribs braking. I spit some blood on the trolls hand and my words starts to blacken.

"I told you puny human! I, Grugnag, will take your head and lavish in respect! A sword of such low quality would never pier..." I interrupt him by shoving my blade in his liver.

"By the gods of old let the ravens take your flesh, creature!" I scream and the rust on my sword starts to disappear and blood starts to ooze from Grugnag's body. "When your gonna meet The Raven Master tell him that I say hi and to take care of his own crap" saying that I pull out the sword and the blood dripping from the trolls wound takes form of little ravens and begin to tear his flesh apart.

I laugh while seeing him being devoured until I feel a wave of pain all over my body. My wounds open, I start to spit blood and my vision blackens. The last thing I remember are the raven becoming blood puddles once again and the troll getting up.