It goes well, at first.....

Their approach to the camp was filled with the lackadaisical nature of overconfidence typical to adventurers. A goblin rushed towards Naz, who easily deflected its chipped shortsword with her axe. Soren slipped in behind, delivering a precise strike to its neck with a knife, taking it down with ease.

The trio continued to clear the camp out with ease, felling goblins one at a time with precision. As they entered the cave the cool damp air brushed against their skin. A shiver was sent down Soren's spine. Standing in front of the stolen goods was a figure with rough red skin, and sharp features. It stood over 6 feet tall, and wore heavy metal armor. A hobgoblin was rare in these woods, and much more dangerous than its green-skinned kin. The walking tank lumbered towards them, dragging a wicked-looking axe behind it.

Naz took the lead, charging in and slamming into the creature's armor, knocking it back as she swung her axe. The hobgoblin blocked the blow, and slashed at Naz with its cruel claws, scratching her arms. Naz growled.

Soren ran up behind the beast, trying to find an opening to strike at its neck. But the hobgoblin reacted quickly, delivering a swift kick to the elf's stomach that sent him flying.

Dazed, he stumbled to his feet. Why am I so weak?" He cursed himself, trying to find his focus again.

"You are not alone, return and aid her" the soft words of Yue appeared magically in his ears, as her divine magic filled his body. His vision focused, and he saw that Naz was being pushed back. He leapt into action.

"Stay away from her!" He yelled, as he jumped at the warrior's exposed neck, sinking his dagger deeply into it. Crimson blood coated his blade as he found a fatal wound. With an angry roar the hobgoblin surged with adrenaline, it shoved Naz backwards, and turned slashing at its killer.

Time slowed for Naz as she fell backwards. She watched in horror as the Hobgoblin's axe connected with Soren. The elf collapsed to the ground. Fury welled up inside her, as spectral chains erupted from her flesh, wrapping them around the assailant and locking it in place. She let loose an anguished wail as she brought her axe down hard into the warrior's already wounded neck, and severed its head from its body.

She rushed to Soren, falling to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. "Yue, help!" She pleaded. Yue was already rushing over. Chanting a mantra to herself as her hands began to glow softly.

"Did I do good?" Soren asks softly, "are you alright Naz?" His consciousness was fading from the bloodloss.

"You idiot, I'm the one who is supposed to protect you." Naz replied as she cradled the weakening elf. "You did well Little Mouse. Don't worry, you did well. Now please, get some rest, you have earned it"

The last thing Soren felt as he slipped into unconsciousness was Yue's soft hands on his wound, the pain fading as warmth filled his body. His eyes grew heavy, and as the gash upon his chest began to close, so did his eyes