What Is Left

The Warrior snarled as a knife stuck in his leg, bringing him down to one knee. Goblins weren't particularly known for courage, though the Warrior class was often seen as the most tenacious of them. Still, it was surprising as he pulled the knife from his leg and hucked it at the she Elf who was trying hard to kill him.

Whether by good fortune on his behalf or poor luck on behalf of the she Elf, the knife hit the meaty side of her calf and stuck. Blood trickled out as pain jolted through her head like lightning. His hand, now free of the blade, clasped the blood gushing wound of his thigh. He reached for his weapon...

The people in the caravan watched Neesta as he turned for the town and sauntered off like nothing had happened. They'd seen his actions, and the fighting as the Goblins split up amongst the people who were hiding all around them, and then turned their attention toward the lizard folk who was running down the hill to them.

Elthzar, the woman who had approached Neesta, watched the cat man go, then melted back into the crowd as they rounded up the remaining Troks to hook up the wagons. Already they were loading the amputee into the back of a wagon, as well as some of the pregnant females. Someone found some scant rations of food and was handing them out...