The green Troll struggles to open his eyes, seeing a tiled ceiling above him, he quickly realizes he is alive, has been moved and is in doors. As he looks down, his face fills with rage as he begins to tear off any monitoring devices, needles, IV drips, medkits or other such devices, and swings on large, muscled arm into the nearest piece of medical equipment, crushing it or sending it flying depending on size and stability. "GET YOUR EVIL AWAY FROM ME. YOU SHALL NOT INVADE ME WITH YOUR MACHINES AND CHROME AS YOUR FALSE PRIEST INVADED ME WITH HIS MAGIC" He bellows, not caring about tearing stitches or anything other than his treatment being the second directly religious affront to him that day.