Pax, a very heavily armored troll, kept getting attacked by hellhounds. They were nowhere near strong enough to cause any serious damage, so he was convinced they were trying to play with him. Eventually, one began savaging his shoe while two others bit him from behind on the behind. They hung on for dear life while Pax ran towards a group of bow wielding maniacs.

GM: "Now I'm picturing a troll with 2 hellhounds attached to his buttocks trying to run at full speed, and I gotta tell you the picture is glorious!"
Wheels (OC): "... with the hounds just flapping in the breeze."
GM: "As you make it there and punch one of the guys, the hellhounds flap about helplessly, tangled up in your clothing. One manages to slap into one of the guys."