>>6136949Of course, you AREN’T alone, are you?
You don’t turn around, but you hear the breathing, the meaningless psyching-themselves-up banter, the mass of discordant footfalls. Your party—that is to say, YOUR party but also the Maladoo Gang’s uninjured members—come running to join you in battle.
<span class="mu-i">crooooaaak</span>
“Right,” you say with a small, sentimental smile as you scratch Hershy’s grey-bearded chin. “You too, Hersh.”
The odds go from a very uneven one-versus-one competition to a much more favourable eight-against-one match-up… But it’s not all gravy. You’re not a huge bloated monster—obviously, you’re super fuckin’ cute THANK you very much—but not even An-Yii or that Norville kid could all squeeze into the tight quarters of this tunnel to take the fight to this floppy, catfish-faced monster-mom.
But hey, this is where a Goblin Boss with loads of adventuring experience can really shine, right?
>Order the melee fighters—Frederich and Cyrene—to advance and help you push this bitch back>Back off and pepper the piece-of-shit from range—arrows, Hershy’s breath-weapon, your Prismatic Spray at full power—to goad it into following you>Focus on intimidation—scare it off and away, to build some breathing room>Write-in 