The events of the 19th of MoonstoneVaren stood beside Asmel at the road pass. Makrond had been left inside, his inexperience with a spear a hazard to himself, and his squad mates. Varen gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the spear's haft as he waited, and soon, the Goblin's helm crested the hill.
The red rage overtook him, and with a battle cry Varen charged forward, followed closely behind by his commander. He overtook the hammergoblin easily, plowing the narrow greenskin over and onto his back, and jamming the head of his spear through it's bicep. A quick kick down crushed it's kneecap and he wrenched his spear free. Raising it high, he brought it down with all his might, stabbing the spear a foot into the ground, by way of the goblins chest.
Looking over, Asmel had made even shorter work of her beast. She was holding the dead goblin aloft, grunting as she fed the spear through the hole in it's throat, the barbs on the end keeping it from coming out the other side. Varen grinned, but it was soon wiped away as he looked down at the goblin he killed. This wasn't right... it was more sickly than the others, it's skin a wilted yellow. The left arm had a shield tied to it, and seemed useless, and it's face was lined and wrinkled...
"Akim smile upon me, these beasts have sent their eldery to distract us! Where is their host? Where in the great icy hells are the rest of their forces!"
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"DEATH TO THE NARROW BASTARDS!"
Stravitch, dressed only in his lower armor and boots, charged towards the horde of goblins sneaking in through Dodik's. It seems they had trained Kobolds who had breached the outer doors and made it as far as the mess hall before being caught. The cries of battle had, surprisingly, roused Stravitch from his task at hand, and brought him out into the hallway more surly than ever.
The Goblins stared at the grizzled, salt-and-pepper Captain and smirked to one another. They'd heard tails of The Laughing Bitch Sulari, and the suicidal efficiency of the Spearman's squad, but the paunchy, half naked dwarf standing before them?
Ngerxung laughed loudly, and gnashing his teeth stepped forward. "Lay your head down rockeater," he said in a soothing voice unaccustomed to speaking dwarvish, "Uncle Wickedhail will make this quick for you, ay?"
That was all he said, as Sefolkubuk hit him in the stomach. His entrails exploded out where his spine used to be, and a Rorschach pattern was painted on the wall with half-digested camel, purple guts, and pints of blood.
What happened in the hallway was nothing short of pandemonium. The goblins in the front opened their red eyes wide in horror, a single blow from the dwarf snuffing the life from Ustolkod Wickedhail. They tried to run back, towards the stairs, but their path was blocked from behind by the foolhardy Goblins rushing to get their tusks into sweet Dwarven meat.
Blood was spraying into the air in fountain arcs as Sefolkubuk punched great holes through stomachs and chests alike. The ceiling was soon dripping with red, thick strands of green meat sticking to the rocks. Stravitch's heavy boots clanked against the stone, and every few steps he'd bellow with rage and swing his mace, and another goblin would explode like blood filled fireworks.
Stravitch grunted with pain as a goblin caught him on his blind side, punching him hard in the kidneys. The pasty flesh was already beginning to bruise up when he looked down - he knew he'd be pissing blood for a few days. They both looked up from the wound at the same time, and the Goblin seemed ready to whisper a plea for mercy.
The whisper died away with the Goblin, the mace leaving a hole in the wall where it had embedded his head.
Stravitch stood in the hallway, his breathing deep and steady. He was covered from head to toe with blood and meat. Slowly he turned to look at the Dwarves peering from the bar, and the hallway. At Snake and Sodel, at a few of the children unfortunate enough to get caught here during the attack. And eventually, his gaze swept to Mookie.
"C'mon. We have things to finish," He said harshly. The mace scraped against the floor as he drug it behind him, and when he reached her he wrapped a blood arm around her waist, leading a distraught Bone Carver towards the back rooms.
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