The events of the 17th of Limestone, 1068
Varen wasted no time in bringing the attack to the leering horde of greenskin wrestlers and lashers. The first to reach them received a spear through the gut for his troubles, vomiting up the contents of his stomach onto the sands. Eita swung hard with her warhammer, her lips pulled back into a sneer. The hammer caught the wrestler in the face before he could lock a joint, and his eyes exploded from his head, goo the color of partially cooked eggs running from his hollowed sockets. Through a mouth full of bubbling blood and broken teeth the goblin shrieked and reeled backwards, stumbling and sobbing in his attempt to get away from the warrior Dwarf.
With two of their kin dead, the rest turned to flee - quickly. Neo cut one's retreat off literally, hamstringing the poor lasher. He fell on his face on the road, screaming as he rolled over. Neo lifted his sword high, and shouted with rage as Sergeant Towersacks swooped in, stealing his kill with a quick spear-thrust to the goblins face. "Move," she shouted, "Run them down like dogs!"
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"Aim steady," Sparrow said softly. "Aim for the heart, these beasts are known to continue fighting even after the higher functions are lost. No beast can live with no blood pumping through it's breast."
Kandor took quiet aim, and released a shot. It pinged harmlessly off the ground beside the goblin's foot. Sparrow sighed, and gave a slow shake of his head. "No no, close, but watch. Intake of breath - hold it. Steady. Aim. Lead the prey. Release the breath, squeeze the trigger, don't jerk - and FIRE."
The bolt flew true, and hit the goblin in the chest. Wide eyed, the hammerer took a few steps forward before his heart convulsed around the barbed bolt-point. He hemorauged quickly, blood spewing from his mouth. The greenskin collapsed on the road, trampled without thought by his kins.
Sparrow spared a glance to the cackling Likot, her bolts flying one after the other, each one striking home. But unlike the careful sparrow, she hit targets where she found humor - Hammerers in the shoulders, wrestlers in the arms, the guardsman in the leg so he'd lag behind. Occasionally a goblin would catch an arrow through the throat, dropping to the cobbled road, gurgling and thrashing.
"Where are Maggarg, and Adol?" Kandor asked.
"That's of no concern, they- what? They aren't there?"
"No, sir," Kandor said nervously. "They aren't joining the battle.
Sparrow cursed loudly. He raised his voice, a long-ago learned Hunters trick, "EITA! TO ME!"
The clattering of steel-shod boots rang across the courtyard as Eita and Neo bolted to the western gate. They were both sweat and blood streaked, but they carried themselves well, dodging Likot's bolts as they hurled themselves into the fray. The goblins were hard pressed, and a trio - two wrestlers and a hammerer, made a mad dash towards the gate. Neo moved to block their path, and shrieked in pain as a hammer caught him in the upper right arm, shattering the bone. He stumbled backwards, collapsing against the wall to rest as the goblins attempted to flee through the fortress proper.
Citizens went in all directions, screaming, their tools and trash scattered in their wake. The goblins, panting and grinning, nearly reached the southern gate when one of the wrestlers dropped, bones and brains leaking out onto the floor.
The pair stopped. They turned, gawking at the leather-clad dwarf standing there. He knelt down, wiping his blood-stained mace on the goblins leather tunic before he stood. The mace was pointed towards them, his voice rasping out, low and gravely, "
Give yourselves up, fleeing is futile."
They turned, of course, to flee. The second wrestler was set upon instantly, screaming as his face and neck were crushed in with the mace. The hammerer ran faster, his lungs burning, his muscles tight knots of pain. He neared the southern gate, and was clotheslined, his legs flying out in front of him. He hit the stones hard, the air knocked out of him - unable to draw any in as a heavy boot stomped down on his throat, crushing his trachae.
"YOU!" Hikan screamed, pointing his spear at the vigilanti. "What is wrong with you, because of you-!"
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Stand aside, citizen. Perhaps you should speak with my assisstant and inventor, for now, I depart! Away!"
The Dwarf ran quickly, his cape flapping behind him, and in seconds he was up and over the wall, his grappling hook carried with him. Hikan cursed, his boot heel lifting and falling a half dozen more times, the goblins face turning to a sickly green mush against the sand covered stones.
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