Fighting in the village center(barricade paths lead here)

{if a barricade = true}As the mercenaries charged into the village center, they found themselves being slowed down by the barricades; their fine construction giving the goblins good cover from where they could poke at them with pointed sticks. They were so well made in fact, that the enemy had trouble getting over them, chest high and sloped away from them and topped with a toothy zigzag that made it hard to get a grip without hurting oneself. The bloody battle continued into the open space, spreading out as it descended into small groups of skirmishes. Hopkins noticed that Nimoda and Grond were defending the chief's hut- where all the defenceless ones were cowering in- alone against a **** of five men. He rushed to her aid, picking up a discarded sword along the way, and plunged it into a man from behind.

"Aboot time I get help!" she roared, spinning her spear to deflect attack after attack, almost as if she were enjoying it though her expression was as cold and hostile as ever, "sic, Grond, sic!"

Her battle hardened companion lunged at one of the men, hanging on to their torso with their sharp claws and tearing away at their neck. The mercenary screamed as he fell over, flailing hopelessly to throw the old wolf off. Nimoda speared his friend as he stared in shock, and made such a threatening face to the remaining two that they retreated with their tails behind their legs. She scanned around her to make sure that she could afford to talk to Hopkins.

"Battle going okay... for now."

"I kno', I kno'," Hopkins replied, "we need to finish quick."

Grond backed away from the body, cautiously surveying for any incoming threats. Nimoda sighed loudly. "Must kill knight."

"But how?"

She shrugged. "Pointy end goes into body," she finally said, though she continued in a more serious manner, "I can't kill, cause I needed here, but you can."

Hopkins weighed the sword in his hand as if considering the action before him. "Yeah, I go kill knight."

She exhaled from her nose, as if respecting him for the first time in his life. "Good luck. Kill good." With a cry she braced for impact as more men attacked her. "DIE DIE DIE!" he heard her scream as he left her behind, slinking amongst the combat towards his goal; the rider that stood further back atop their steed, strategising with one of the mercenaries by their side.

{elseif s barricade = true}As the mercenaries charged into the village center, they found themselves being slowed down by the barricades; while it softened the brunt of the incursion, it was not difficult for them to dismantle the stacked boxes and barrels that made up the abrricades, and their advance went on. The bloody battle continued into the open space, spreading out as it descended into small groups of skirmishes. Hopkins noticed that Nimoda and Grond were defending the chief's hut- where all the defenceless ones were cowering in- alone against a **** of five men. He rushed to her aid, picking up a discarded sword along the way, and plunged it into a man from behind.

"Aboot time I get help!" she roared, spinning her spear to deflect attack after attack, almost as if she were enjoying it though her expression was as cold and hostile as ever, "sic, Grond, sic!"

Her battle hardened companion lunged at one of the men, hanging on to their torso with their sharp claws and tearing away at their neck. The mercenary screamed as he fell over, flailing hopelessly to throw the old wolf off. Nimoda speared his friend as he stared in shock, and made such a threatening face to the remaining two that they retreated with their tails behind their legs. She scanned around her to make sure that she could afford to talk to Hopkins.

"We not doing good."

"I kno', I kno'," Hopkins replied, "we need to finish battle quick."

Grond backed away from the body, cautiously surveying for any incoming threats. Nimoda sighed loudly. "Must kill knight."

"But how?"

She shrugged. "Pointy end goes into body," she finally said, though she continued in a more serious manner, "I can't kill, cause I needed here, but you can."

Hopkins weighed the sword in his hand as if considering the action before him. "Yeah, I go kill knight."

She exhaled from her nose, as if respecting him for the first time in his life. "Good luck. Kill good." With a cry she braced for impact as more men attacked her. "DIE DIE DIE!" he heard her scream as he left her behind, slinking amongst the combat towards his goal; the rider that stood further back atop their steed, strategising with one of the mercenaries by their side.

{else}Nothing stopped the mercenaries from pushing the goblins back into the open space of the village center, their boots trampling the green bodies of the fallen into pulp. The massacre continued, spreading out as it descended into small groups of skirmishes. Hopkins noticed that Nimoda and Grond were defending the chief's hut- where all the defenceless ones were cowering in- alone against a **** of five men. He rushed to her aid, picking up a discarded sword along the way, and plunged it into a man from behind.

"Aboot time I get help!" she roared, spinning her spear to deflect attack after attack, almost as if she were enjoying it though her expression was as cold and hostile as ever, "sic, Grond, sic!"

Her battle hardened companion lunged at one of the men, hanging on to their torso with their sharp claws and tearing away at their neck. The mercenary screamed as he fell over, flailing hopelessly to throw the old wolf off. Nimoda speared his friend as he stared in shock, and made such a threatening face to the remaining two that they retreated with their tails behind their legs. She scanned around her to make sure that she could afford to talk to Hopkins.

"We doing terrible."

"I kno', I kno'," Hopkins replied, "we need to finish battle quick."

Grond backed away from the body, cautiously surveying for any incoming threats. Nimoda sighed loudly. "Must kill knight."

"But how?"

She shrugged. "Pointy end goes into body," she finally said, though she continued in a more serious manner, "I can't kill, cause I needed here, but you can."

Hopkins weighed the sword in his hand as if considering the action before him. "Yeah, I go kill knight."

She exhaled from her nose, as if respecting him for the first time in his life. "Good luck. Kill good." With a cry she braced for impact as more men attacked her. "DIE DIE DIE!" he heard her scream as he left her behind, slinking amongst the combat towards his goal; the rider that stood further back atop their steed, strategising with one of the mercenaries by their side.

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