In to the darkness

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Tovan demanded sharply, he was not liking this narrow low ceiling tunnel. It limited the way he could use his long spear, and with only a dagger as back up that really made him ineffective.

"Those are his markers on the wall." Marta reassured, pointing to the pale whitish scribble that was head high on the tunnel wall. "There is no mistaking his scrawl..." The parties two strongest fighters were up front, while Kyle in mage was in the middle and Darna the cleric was the rear guard.

"I still think it was a bad idea to let him scout ahead all alone." Kyle grunted as he moved up to join the others, as they stood there whispering in the dark oppressive cave tunnel.

"Oh come on, there is no way the Mangler is going to have any trouble with a bunch of Gobo's." Tovan countered with a grunt, glad to have the mage with his glowing orb closer. In the darkness Kyle's magic staff and Darna's glowing holy amulet was the only light they were using. Torches popped and crackled as they burned, echoing loudly on the stone tunnels. Which was why the Mangler had forbid them, somehow the armored warrior seemed to be able to see in the dark. Maybe he had some elfish blood, because he moved through the pitch black tunnels like he had them memorized.

"Stop talking so much... you're giving us away sound really travels in those tunnels Mangler warned us about that." Darna whispered as she joined the others bunched up in the small tunnel, just then a whiz filled the air as small arrows showered them from down the tunnel.

"Awww fuck!" Tovan snarled ripping the small arrow out of his leather armor, it had gone in just deep enough to cause a tiny wound. "They've found us..." He warned unnecessarily, dropping into a defensive crotch with his long spear pointing towards the darkness.

Kyle pressed his back up against the stone wall, for the moment frozen in shock and terror. As Marta yanked a small arrow out of her boiled leather thigh armor, the pitiful wound beneath her notice. While Darna spun around, her holy relic lighting the tunnel behind them up. Making the large yellow eyes of the Goblin's glow in the darkness, the cleric readied her staff squeaking in fear.

"They... they're behind us to." The young blonde cleric while standing ready to fight, was plainly scared stiff but the first deadly serious combat she had ever seen. This wasn't like sparring with her old trainer, because this wasn't going to end in a few bruise and a nice meal. It was life and ****... or something that was worse than **** for a chaste female like herself.

"Fuck... Oho fuck... Where is the Mangler... we need him right now." Kyle babbled weakly, as he watched his friends brace for the coming attack. And then it came, the goblins howling as they surged forwards. Up front Tovan was jabbing and swinging his spear head wildly, struggling to keep the small green monsters at bay. While Marta dropped back to help Darna fight off the mob of Goblins, who had leaped onto the struggling cleric as she struggled to chant a spell. Kyle knew he should be trying to get into the fight, but his fear flooded mind had gone blank from panic. As he watched, Marta punched and kicked the little green bugger off Darna's struggling body. The cleric had collapsed to the rocky tunnel floor, under the weight of those small green bodies. Kyle could hear cloth ripping, as Darna screamed in terror struggling wildly as Marta came to her rescue. "Oho my god... ohooo my god!" The young mage choked, as he saw that Darna had been stripped half naked by that initial attack. Everything below her waist was now fully exposed, those long pale leg's covered in angry red scratches.

"Get back I'll handle them..." Marta ordered, as she stepped over the whimpering cleric and threw herself into the attacking Goblin's. Scrabbling backwards on the rough tunnel floor, Darna left a stream of reeking yellow urine behind her. The pretty blonde was gripping her holy relic tightly, her staff laying lost behind against the base of the tunnel wall.

Glancing back the other way, Kyle watched as a Goblin darted past the tip of Tovan spear. Which was moving slower and slower now, that tiny arrow wound having introduced a toxin into the spear-man's body. Once past the tip the little Goblin grabbed the spears shaft, stopping Tovan from being able to move it around. Suddenly more and more tiny green bodies swarmed in grabbing that shaft, ripping it out of the spear-man's grip. "No..nonono." Tovan moaned falling back... drawing his long pointed dagger while Kyle at last began to move, as a surge of fear ran through his body. Lifting his magical staff the mage pointed it at the mass of enemies, chanting his sleep quickly he released it at the mass of Goblin's. Four or five dropping to the cave floor instantly, but the rest of them seemed to shrug it off.

"Oh fuck..." Kyle squealed fumbling at his component belt, as he tried to ready his next spell as Tovan slashed slowly at the giggling Goblins pressing in towards them. "Where's the Mangler?"

"Probably dead." Tovan panted breathlessly, as Kyle struggled to remember his next spell. Drawing out a small, straight piece of iron the young mage mumbled his spell watching as the iron was consumed. Four more Goblins frozen in mid stride, giving them a moments breather. Glancing back quickly, Kyle watched Marta toss a small green body into the cave wall. As a huge round bellied Hobgoblin stepped out of the darkness... with a shout the martial artist launched herself at the monster. Her powerful kick hitting him solidly in the gut, but the Hob just grinned wickedly grabbing her leg and lift her off the ground. Marta whip's a swift kick into the side of its head, but that just make him snarl angrily. Quickly the massive Hob swung her around like a whip, beating her body against the hard stone walls until she dangled helplessly.

"Oho no Marta..." Kyle whimpered, looking back just in time to see Tovan buried under a wave of squirming green bodies. And then suddenly the effeminate appearing red head, found himself pushed back against the cave wall. Ugly grinning faces peering up at him, giggling as small but incredibly strong hands ripping and tearing at his clothing. "No Noo Noooo get off... get off of me."