"Why did we stop?" thought the llama. "I do admire this nice highland. I don't admire these green guys. They're beating the tan guys. I do admire the tan guys, they pasture me by nice chewy grass. But I don't spit on guys. What should I do then?"
After having a monologue over values with itself, from pure hatred towards goblins, the llama formed a spit.
Llama spits!
Llama misses!
The spinning stone hit The Goblin Swordsman to the head, bruising the skin!
The swordsman tumbled backwards. Spearman was confused, with spits flying here and there, Koseasi swiftly stabbed him to leg, trough his leather greaves.
Duto stopped chanting warsongs, he helped Ibon out of battle, intensely muttering Onbirreloth.
The second Koseasi hit the Spearman in the arm.
Swordsman is again back on his feet, struggling with two Koseasi.
"Where are reinforcements when I need them?" yelled the Boss.
All of the goblins were now pretty much crippled, except the boss. He quickly dodged to the path they came and shouted: "I won't fall to your filthy hands, I won't!"
"Let him be." said Duto.
"But he said something about reinforcements!" said Sutad. "We're in danger!"
"He has yielded. No need to fight. We're not bloodlusted beasts."
Slash.
"Rudslazugsmes!"
The Goblin Boss fell to the ground.
"Okay, bind him." said Duto. "And those weapons, leather, shields, armor - take it."
"Ngopex on those goblins!" said Ibon. He coughed blood.
"Bring here some large cloth! We need to make bandages, this is awfully bad wound... You okay, Ibon?"
"I hope so." He then turned to the goblin boss. "If we were like you, I would chop you with one mighty chop, goblin! You're lucky we aren't that bad!"
Llamas took opportunity and they were spitting while in range. But they soon left, after picking as much loot they could afford at the moment.
Boss was bound, staring at his men giving into pain. Then he saw other figures incoming.
Pale, armored warriors, they came to each lying goblin, touching him with their curved pale blades. Goblins took a last breath. Boss was shocked.
"Ngorubnestro, harbingers of death? I thought those reside in Bagsnubsmata, Alsmustspås. The legends say so!"
One of the pale warriors came to boss.
He looked at him, then they turned and went away. Boss tried to shook off the rope, but it wasn't very easy.
When goblin boss managed to unbound himself (falling into river in the process), tribesmen were far away.
"Hey, goblin! I know you!"
"Osle! First tribesmen have beaten us to the ground, then Ngorubnestro came, and now it's this toad again!"
"Ngorubnestro came? Well yeah, that's bad. Tribesmen have beaten you to the ground? That's great, where did they go?"
"Ustspuostam, I won't tell you! I don't hopefully know."
"That's okay, I would not trust a goblin anyway. Good morning!"
"Ösnasnam, what now? I must gather the rest, go back to fort, and pillage some settlement. That's solution for all problems!"