Act 2 - Evening the oddsCrusoe watched as the melee dwarves charged into combat. Mistim was being contorted like a pretzel as other gladiators tried in vain to rescue their comrade and simultaneously hold back the onrushing horde of goblins. Some, like Kol the Macedwarf, didn't even get a chance to land a blow on the enemy.
Crusoe saw all this, decided the most important thing would be to take out the trolls. He raised his crossbow, picking one of them out as his victim.
He let loose with a bolt. The wooden projectile hurtled through the air as the troll, unluckily, turned its head at the last second. The bolt plunged into the troll's thick skull, tearing through its brain. It groaned once and sunk to the floor, dead.
Crusoe grinned, reloaded and shot a second bolt at another troll, watching it roar in pain as the bolt struck its midsection.
The trolls hesitated slightly, looking up into the distance as the marksdwarves started to target them en masse. This gave the melee dwarves enough time to start making their mark.
Maverick and Rakust, a Hammerdwarf and Swordsdwarf respectively, charged into the fray, taking on a troll each.
Rakust decided the best way to approach the situation was to go for the head. She slapped the blade of her sword against the head of her target troll. The troll, caught completely off-guard, cried out in pain as it felt its skull shattering under the force of the blow. With blood in its eyes it could only throw out its arms in vain as Rakust raised her arm and plunged her sword squarely into the head of the troll.
She jumped up into the air, swinging her sword through the air at the troll's head. It neatly sliced in half, brains and blood flying everywhere, coating all combatants with a blue goo.
The dwarves all cheered as one and, inspired by Rakust's nearly-effortless kill, increased the ferocity of their attacks.
Maverick watched as one of the hammer goblins was struck twice by flying bolts from Crusoe's squad.
The goblin, groaning in pain, dropped its hammer and shield before slumping against the corridor wall. The Hammerdwarf ran up to to the goblin and gave him a savage right hook, his fist slamming squarely into the goblin's jaw, dropping him to the floor.
Tulon the macedwarf was also in the thick of things. Wielding an unfamiliar copper battle axe she still managed to be devastatingly effective with it. She glared at Maverick, who had stolen her kill.
Luckily for her there were plenty of other hammer goblins remaining. She decided to take out her frustration on one of them, her battle axe slicing into the unlucky goblin soldier.
After several more vicious attacks, the goblin was reduced to a blood-soaked pulp. Tulon roared, raised her battle axe and slashed it at the head of the goblin. Its face was reduced to a bloody mess as the axe carved into its skull, killing it instantly.
Tulon heard a grunting behind her, turned and saw a troll towering over here getting ready to strike. She raised her hammer, jumped and brought it down hard on the troll's head. It sliced into the troll's head, scraping along the skull. Tulon hit the ground, turned and continued her frenzied assault.
Another heroic dwarf, Reg the Speardwarf, was more than holding his own against the goblin tide. He toyed with a hammer goblin, stabbing the soldier repeatedly in the torso as it struggled to block Reg's accurate blows.
Reg managed to pin the goblin against the wall and cripple it by stabbing its foot. The goblin, wheezing and bleeding profusely from its many injuries could not stop Reg from stabbing him in the head with his iron spear. The goblin welcomed death with open arms.
The Goblin Mace Lord had been watching its troops falling under the sustained dwarven assault. He frowned. The troll force had been nearly wiped out by cage traps and combat, while the hammer goblins weren't faring much better. Roaring and waving his arms, he ordered the hammer goblins to withdraw.
The goblin soldiers turned and fled for their lives, with the sole surviving troll taking off towards the west. Some of the dwarves followed in hot pursuit, chasing the goblins towards the east as the bulk of the dwarven soldiers carried their dead and wounded back into the fortress. They knew their respite would be brief but for now, they had weathered the first wave, albiet with some losses.
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