A disappointing start

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Goblins crept through the darkness, the forces from Fishbone Village approaching Skunk Skull Village from the south. Word from their scouts said that several members of the tribe had fled east, possibly returning to an older village they'd belonged to, after several buildings in the village collapsed during the storm. A force led by a hobgoblin had been sent after them and had not yet returned. This meant there were holes in the village's defenses they were still working on patching as well as a depletion of their forces. Several of them had been injured due to the storm, in addition to to the ones that had left the village, meaning they had less than half the ready fighters they normally would.

The damage was most severe along the southern side, which is where Tria's forces would be attacking from.

The older mage pointed to a pair of guards. One was positioned on a large tree branch and looking to the east. The other was standing on a damaged wall barring entrance to the village.

"Now brat, I'll take out the one on the wall. You deal with the one in the trees. Then the forces under our hobs will charge in through the hole in their defenses." With that, a rock rose from the ground and hovered in the air in front of Tria, indicating she was planning to fire it was some kind of projectile.

Libet looked up at the guard in the trees. He seemed to be craning his neck looking east, trying to spot the forces that had left. Libet moved her hands like she was rubbing them on a ball, feeling the air press together. She'd gather up some wind magic and use it to knock the guard off his perch.

"Now!" Tria said as she fired her projectile, the stone firing off with the speed and force of a bullet and blowing a hole through the target's head.

At the same time, Libet pushed her hands forward, sending the ball of wind towards the goblin on his perch. It hit him, and he swayed in place, but seemed to catch his footing and glance around in confusion.

Tria sighed with disappointment, and fired off a second stone that blew through the confused goblin's head.

It was clear she could have taken down both on her own, and was giving Libet a chance to prove herself. "You'd better not cause problems after begging to join. If not, I'll have to give you the one punishment I enjoy more than a beating."

The older goblin's cock was barely hidden by her loincloth normally. But as she spoke her threat, her cock grew hard and the tip was poking out beneath the loincloth. It was clear what kind of punishment she had in mind for Libet. And, if the mage couldn't make up for that first failure during this battle, she'd be getting a much better look at the older goblin's cock.