>>5682792You raise your shield, and with a roar you charge at the traitor, your soldiers following behind.
The boy smiles confidently, probably expecting you to do this, and he lashes out with a slash at face height.
You dodge the attack, moving to the side, and deflect the next one with your axe.
By this point the goblins have surrounded him and pummel him with their spears and clubs. The rebel's face goes from arrogance to nervousness when he realizes that this wasn't so easily as he expected, and the consequences of the position he himself chose.
As he throws more slashes around, you manage to lower his defense and aim a blow to his neck.
He parries the attack with the shield, and kick you to get away. Deciding to ignore the goblins he quickly puts all his energy into eliminating you. For this, he advances with his sword raised, seeking to attack over your shield.
Ignoring the group of goblins surrounding him proves costly however, as one places his spear between his legs, knocking him off balance.
You quickly lunge to split open his head as if it were a log.
The sound of something breaking stops the fight dead.
In your hands is the handle of the axe, but not the head. The boy looks at you with confusion, surprised to be alive. Even the goblins stop, trying to understand what happened.
A goblin lifts your ax head off the ground.
Apparently it collided with his sword, and did not survive.
Filled with anger, you kick the brat and throw the stick in your hand at him.
The boy smiled again as he thrusts with all the force and weight of his body, trying to break through your shield.
The tip of the sword ends inches away from your face.
Turning the shield in your hand, you throw a punch with your right. Not expecting that, the boy falls backwards, helped by a couple of blows to his legs from behind, the classic goblin tactic.
You land on him, and immediately start hitting him with the edge of the shield in the face, repeatedly.
The last thing he sees through the blood running down his face is you pulling his sword out of your shield and stabbing him in the neck with it.
You remain sitting on his corpse, trying to catch your breath.
The sound of cracking wood brings you back.
The battering ram in front of you fell apart, consumed by fire.
You get up, and almost instinctively, you roar to the wind your victory.
"WAAAGH!"
Your first day of work is, finally... over.
With out a word more, you go to sleep.
