The archer

Her initial impulse was to shoot the goblin leader, Marus progeny, but the paladin's tactical mind held her hand. Either the archer or the shaman would be a more immediate danger, she had to wait until at least one was distracted.

'Goddess have mercy on you' she prayed in her mind for the elfin girl to remain strong, to endure the cruel ****, and she was. The elf was still fighting, clawing her **** whenever he got too bold to taunt her, her nails dig blood whenever she got them to sink in, the infuriated monster redoubled his **** whenever his captive wounded him. "Fuck, what in Marus name are you waiting for? Do something about this wild cat" he finally complained to the shaman. The mystic chuckled, and began to look for some ingredient in his spell pouch.

Mira marked the archer, and her arrow flew true, piercing the little creature's throat. But it wasnt a silent ****, the agonizing goblin tripped on another goblin's corpse, and the noise alerted the others they were under attack.

Mira stood, pulled an arrow, aimed at the goblin leader, but he moved at the last moment and her shot missed his heart by at least an inch. She pulled another arrow and aimed at the goblin shaman, but not before he raised his blowgun at fired at her. She felt the sting as his needle pierced her leather armor, but he felt nothing as her arrow pierced his skull.

She drew her sword, but only one of the goblins attacked her, not noticing his two companions were running away. She blocked his wild swing easily, and chopped his head neatly. She turned just in time to see the elf girl bury a dagger on her **** chest, and then again, and again, and again.

"Enough.... that is enough. He is dead" Mira placed a hand on her shoulder, she could see her visibly trembling. "Nadriele? is that you?" Nadriele was a blade singer, and one of the toughest fighters Mira knew. It never occurred her she would one day see the seemly eternal elf crack, but her eyes were filled with tears. She held her friend close, but the man's groan called their attention.

Mira knelt next to him, picked the healing potion that Mirella had given her, and chugged it down his throat, the magic began to close the fatal wound almost instantly. Mira looked up, to see Nadriele with now a sword in hands. The weapon was obviously too unbalanced for her tastes, but it was good enough for the task of making sure all the dead goblins were indeed dead. Mira still worried for her, but despite her apparent youth, Mira knew Nadriele had centuries of discipline and willpower to rely on. Aramis came running with a bloodied sword, after killing the goblin sentry she had left behind.

The **** man began to snore. He was also quite handsome, with curly golden locks and a manly jaw. But he was also strangely familiar. "Goddess!" she stood up, and got her sword " That is Taihon!!" a bloody **** that abused several dozens of noblewomen, and even had the gall of **** the princess four years ago! Mira had fought him back then, and would have killed him if he had not used her cousin as a shield.

Her sword began the arc that would chop his head off, but in the blink of an eye Nadriele was between them, blocking the killing blade. " Wait!" the agile elf didn't have a hope of matching Mira's strength, but her parry shifted her blow enough that it would miss the criminal completely. "He saved me, Mira. Twice, so far! He rescued me from Marus awful prison, and that shot was meant for me."

" That man is a villain! a criminal!!!!" Mira remembered the horror stories she heard. Shouldn't Nadriele , of all people, understand it? But the blade singer met her with deadly eyes, and the paladin had no desire of matching steel with her.

"Get ready, we better leave before they return, and with more." Mira felt the sting of the blowgun dart wound again. She still hadnt felt the effects of poison, but she doubted there wouldnt be any.