No more fooling around. You need to get on and rescue Morlia quickly and using a goblin as a weapon is not a good way of doing that any time soon. You let the squirming thing go and redraw your sword. The urge to use to goblin as a shield briefly crosses your mind. It would probably be effective but you kinda want to keep both hands free in case you need to spin to win at some point.
With squeals the two rats leap up, fuzzy brown lightning. You bat one aside, gauntlet smashing into it's side with a crunch. The other hits you full in the helmet nose first. For a moment you're stunned, matted brown fur filling your vision. Wildly you lash out with your sword, as fast as you can.
Impact jars up your arms once then twice and then again and two goblin voices start to shriek in pain before cutting off with a gurgle. The rat falls away, squeaking in rodently pain, and you wrench your sword back out of a goblin. Your elbow smacks into the face of a goblin trying to creep up behind you in a way that was
totally deliberate.
It lands on its rear with a squeal and the rats coil up to jump up at you again.
Yeah, that's not happening. Your sword darts out, two quick stabs. Bone crunches under the hilt of your sword twice. Pests exterminated.
Now there's just the goblin on the ground. You punch out with your sword again. The goblin rolls away, contorting like an eel to escape. Impact jars up your arms again as sword crashes off stone. The goblin rises and skitters back, sword in hand.
There's something crafty in this goblins eyes and stance, it's low and its sword arm arches up and over like a scorpion's tail with the blade itself the wicked sting at the end. With an insectile skitter the goblin lunges at you. You don't have time to parry, all you manage is to block with one hand. The sword punctures right through your palm.
You strike yourself, a wild uncontrolled swipe at the goblin's head. The goblin ducks around, still clinging to the sword embedded in your gauntlet. It wrenches your arm around till it's behind you.
With a cry of frustration you lash out wildly at it over and over, twisting and turning to get the damn thing in sight. The goblin clings to its sword and scuttles to keep the rest of you between it and your sword.
Frustration turns to fury and you wrench your arm in front of you. The sword slips out of your palm and you spin. You don't care where the goblin is you are going to get it!
There's a gurgle. The goblin is almost bisected.
That's the last and you start running, white and blue energy spiralling around you as you spam your healing spell.
The tunnel this time is straight and you can see a warm orange light at the end. You push faster, you have to save Morlia. Faster, faster, faster. You pound down the tunnel like a champion racehorse down the home straight. Crystal crashes and clangs against gravel and stone. All hope of stealth is gone.
On the brighter side you neither see nor trip any traps!
With a roar you burst through into the next open cavern. Five goblins hurl thick corded nets at you. "NOPE!" Before the nets can do more than brush your armour you're slicing huge gaping holes in them.
Pieces of rope flutter down around you almost like confetti. The goblins that threw them take several steps back.
This cavern is larger than the previous one and there's a chasm running through the middle of it. A bridge, crudely made of ropes by the goblins, connects the two sides. There's a pair of goblins with axes on the other side, poised to cut the ropes that hold the bridge up. Seven more with spears lurk beyond the two with axes.
Five with you and nine on the other side. You can handle this.
...Right?
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Dat one goblin had the dice gods with him I swear. his last stand was both hilarious and awesome :lol
