The Events of the 18th of Moonstone, 1071"DAMN IT!" Eita bellowed, "Filthy Greenskin Ambush!"
Neo drew his sword as the sands around them seemed to explode upwards. Goblins materialized from seemingly thin air. The Dwarves that Neo and Eita had been guarding, the ones constructing some elaborate and unneeded pump system by the brook, fled in abject terror. Eita, acting on instinct alone, took a swing and sliced deep into the muscle of a goblin wrestler. He grunted with pain and took a step backwards.
A burst of blood covered her armor, as Neo's sword jutted out from the goblins chest. She gave a nod of appreciation, and turned to block a hammer swing. The blow stunned her, but she recovered quick, slashing the goblin in the face. He spun and dropped, clutching at the gaping wound.
"What... is THAT?" Neo asked, startled.
"What? Oh... my."
Aryn had been at the brook, staring down into the water forelorn. As Eita and Neo cut through the goblins to get to him, one of the wrestlers charged him, knocked them both into the dirt. Aryn, with a roar of rage, grabbed the goblin around the neck, starting to squeeze.
The Goblin, surprised at first, Reached up and began pounding on Aryn's arm. A meaty fist collided with his shoulder, and Aryn grunted in pain, but did not release the chokehold, instead wrenching back on the goblins neck. Jumping over a prone Goblin, Eita made a might swing and cleaved his right arm at the shoulder. The goblin screamed in pain, soaking Aryn's purple robes in in a spray of red blood. Aryn let go to stumble back, and with his shot free, Neo swung, lopping off his left arm. The goblin, shrieking spun in a circle, blood shooting out of his missing arms like a lawn sprinkler, spraying down the sands in a circle around him. With a mighty swing, Neo sent him flying across the clearing. He hit the ground and skidded to a halt in a small trench of sand. His blood flow ebbed, and finally oozed out, dead from blood loss.
Aryn nursed his arm, but other than that, seemed unharmed. Eita cautiously approached him, and said softly, "Are you alright, sir?"
"Fine," He growled. "Absolutely fine."
"You shouldn't have done that," Neo added.
"You know... you know what? It is time to take things into my own control... fuck the nobles. There, I said it! FUCK THEM! I'm going to deal with this Duke problem right now, I'm taking this place under my own control. They attack me during simple reflection? They have the audacity to sneak up on us, like pedophiles in the shadows? That is IT!" Screaming, he bolted for the ramp, using the aquaducts as a means back to the fortress.
"I don't think I like where this is going," Neo said.
Eita sighed, and sheathed her weapon. "Let's just stay out of his way for a while... I have a feeling he's going to be giving some people a magma bath..."
A scream in the distance drew their attention. Neo looked at his commanding officer with concern. "It couldn't be..."
"More of the Greenskins," she whispered. "The citizens aren't safe. Hurry! With speed - my Zefon shine her light upon us, and get us there in time."