>>5798507>>5798503>>5798497>>5798493The goblins may or may not have been natural cowards and criminals, but they were no fools, and they fought like demons. Perhaps you’d been misinformed about the ineffectual nature as warriors, or these ones were particularly adept at wicked cunning and cruel battle tactics. Perhaps you’d simple underestimated them. One thing was for sure: they had no intention to simply hang back while you healed, mended, and made deadly your dear old dad.
>20, 9 for goblins>7, 7, 4, 10 for you>12, 1 for PearceArrows came flying from two of them, while those close enough to close for melee did so. They fell upon your group with frenzied desperation, as if they knew you were producing something damning, to spell their doom. You felt a blade pierce your side, while you heard the thunk of one arrow punctuated by Pearce’s scream. Your own casting as disrupted before your curative magic could complete its course, and you knew that Pearce—likely poisoned, if the goblins had not inexplicably abandoned that tactic or run out of their vile concoctions—would be in no shape to give your father any further enhancement.
“You little fuckin witch,” one of the goblins—a female, with an eye-patch—hissed. “I’m going to gut you for what you did!”
You felt your heart flutter with fear once more and fell back, moving your hands from Rudolfo to shield your face as a scream escaped your lips…
“Fu—OOF!”
>14, 16 for MuffinsBut luckily, a goblin is no match for the hurtling mass of even a an envenomed caprine, let alone one that can envenom back with snake-headed tail. Muffins crashed into the goblin-girl and pinned her to a nearby crate, his tail snapping at her and delivering bite after bite.
“Thanks, boy,” you murmured, gripping you side where you yet bled, and wincing at the sight of your diminutive, feminine foe slumping limp to the ground. You couldn’t tell whether she yet lived, but her job was done you suppose: you had little magic left, and the spell was only half-cast. What you’d done so far would have to be enough.
The goblins closed ranks around you, some of them laughing wickedly while others sneered and scowled with vengeful fury.
You PRAYED it was enough.
>20, 20, 9“RUUUUUDOLFOOOOOOO~!”
The familiar voice sang out clean and clear, with a rather impressive maintenance of rising tone. You—and yes, even the goblins—could not help but turn and stare at the source. Your father had doffed his feathered cap and held his sword high, lifting it still higher with his volume and tone, before throwing the hat into the mass of goblins as if throwing a bouquet to a wedding party. He even gave the same smile and saucy wink one might expect…
>DOUBLE CRITICAL…And then the storm began.
