First encounter: Goblins

It wasn't just the bushes, they were jumping out from everywhere. Bushes, trees, out of long grass, and one was even hiding behind a rock.

"Goblins! Filthy little bastards!" Shouted Vulca, her large blade already raised and ready for battle.

"We're surrounded!" I said looking around us in a panic, my heart racing. Once more, I was in danger and I hadn't been alive for a full day. As my eyes darted between the growing number of little green figures, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Some had hooked noses, others had black beady eyes, all were naked say for a few in loincloths. Each goblin was holding some sort of makeshift or possibly hand made weapon. I saw one covered in what I hoped was mud, a heavy scar across his face forcing one eye to be only half open. He seemed to be the ring leader as he gnarled and screamed at the others in some sort of gibberish that I could only assume was their language.

"They're getting ready to attack! Keep your guard up!" Said Vulca with a near thunderous roar as she readied her oversized sword. Her intimidating figure causing many of the goblins to take a few steps back.

"I don't have a weapon!" I screamed back. Seeing the ones unfazed by Vulca, leering at me with impure intent.

"You're a bloody elf! Hit them with magic!" She cried, charging forward and cutting two of the little buggers in a single swing. Vulca's physique was impressive enough that she could have made it three or four but it was proving tough for her to keep her heavy weapon steady and low to the ground. The height difference properly made it even more difficult.

"And how, the fuck, exactly am I supposed to do that, you fem-cock wanker!" My words accompanied by a middle finger. At the same time as my temper snapped, what I could only describe as an arcane bolt, flew from my rude gesture past the female orc, just barely missing her but causing one unlucky goblin to explode in a flash of light.

Ping!

Divine Gift: Arcane Lore

Type: School of Magic

Description:

You have the ability to manipulate raw mana at will. This can be used offensively by creating weapon like constructs and fire projectiles, or defensively by creating shields and barriers.

Limitations:

Constructs can only be maintained based on casters stamina and available mana. Construct stability is reliant on caster's focus, concentration and willpower. These factors can also affect the strength and accuracy of projectiles.

WARNING!

Caster is advised, attempts to push magic beyond casters physical limitations maybe result in severe injury.

"Like that! Now stop your bitching and get to blasting!"

That was all it took for the battle to begin in earnest. It felt like there was hundreds of them as a tide of green seemed to pour from the forest. Vulca was like a **** of nature, despite her earlier difficulty, she turned the green to red, as her sword sprayed the trees and grass with goblin blood and viscera.

For myself, learning to cast magic on the fly was less than ideal. My hands flailing around as I try to concentrate on what felt like the first time while trying to dodge the never ending barrage of goblin hands trying to grab me. My natural elven agility must of been helping because there was no other explanation to how I kept evading them in this ridiculous dress. I did manage to get the odd magic missile off, but I was way too frantic and hopped up on fear and adrenaline to be able to control it.

Chirst, are we fighting an entire tribe of these fuckers? Where were they all coming from? One of the cheeky shits yelled with glee as he managed to leap over them main group chasing me, grabbing hold of my dress, and ripping away some of the material from the skirt. This created a large slit, exposing much of the thigh of my left legs. I could hear the little bastards cheer at this. My cheeks burning red with anger and embarrassment. The sudden rush of cold air on exposed skin forcing a strong shiver through my body that made an unsightly display on my new jiggle physics. Another round of cheers followed.

I get off another spell in retaliation as I continue to try and back away from the horde. Eventually I feel my back press up against Vulca's.

"Hanging in there, Elf?" Vulca said with a heavy breath.

"Getting tired. It's like there's no end to them."

"Try and tough it out! Tired is what they want! Goblins wear down stronger opponents through sheer numbers. They breed like rabbits. Only way to beat them is to either out last them, or kill their leader and **** the rest to scatter!"

"Not gonna lie, I like that second part, a whole lot better than the first." I said while just managing to stop a large rock from hitting both of us with my very first barrier spell. I loved my new elven reflexes.

"Look for the shit stain! That one we saw covered in muck at the start! I'd wager good gold it's him!"

My eyes darted around the sea of bodies surrounding us. There were so many that it was hard to see the remains of the ones we killed, let along find one specific goblin.

Luckily, the one we wanted hadn't moved his initial spot. As well as the dirt the obscured his skin, the leadef was also the only one that was holding a proper weapon. Some type of dagger or short sword that looked massive compared to his short frame.

"He's over there!" I cry out, just managing to dodge another goblin attempting to jump onto me. This one didn't rip my dress but had successfully pulled down on the bodice, half exposing both breasts as the low cut of the neckline was now digging into the middle of my chest. "Fucking little shit!"

"Fire a spell at him, there's too many for me to get close!" Vulca highlighting her point by punting one of the goblins that snuck past her sword swings. A yelp, followed by a loud thud as it sailed through the air and eventually smacked into a tree trunk.