Fuck

As I suspected arrows and stones rained down upon me, luckily the mattress made for great cover.

I make a beeline for the trees, as I get closer I hear yelling. An unpleasant language sounding something along the lines of screeching and gurgling, I understand no words.

The mattress gets stuck between the trunks of two trees. No matter I need it no longer, so I abandon it zig zagging through the trees going in no particular direction.

Behind me I hear arrows and stones hitting trees, and the unpleasant screeching of my assailants seemingly coming from both up and ground. I dare not look back.

Dropping down from a tree in front of me, for the very first time I am able to see the face of one of my attackers.

He couldn’t be more than three feet tall, light green skin, sharp teeth, and claws, spear at the ready, screeching. They’re fucking goblins I realize!

Goblins are not usually this organized let alone this brave.

Regardless I speed up. The goblin noticing my speed and demonic visage begins to look very unsure of himself, and let’s his guard down. Giving him no time to regain his courage I kick him in the chest, with the power of my sprint boosting the attack I send the little fucker flying deep into the woods.

Unfortunately the kick slowed me long enough for one of the other goblins to make a good shot.

I fall to the ground stinging pain originating from my right shoulder, the staff drops to the ground released from my hand after I got struck.

I see no blood which means an arrow did not hit me. Unfortunately my chasers are here.

Three more goblins come into view two on the ground, one more burly than the others jumping through tree’s, and wielding a sling. He was the one who hit me.

Just like earlier, the goblins noticing my demonic form hesitated. Wanted to take advantage of the hesitation I reach with my right arm to my fallen staff and find that I can’t! I look over my shoulder it’s looks more angular than round and I can see the bone threw my skin, it’s dislocated.

The burly goblin drops from the trees brandishing what looks to be a makeshift hammer, a thick stick with a smooth rock tied on top of it, something primitive.

More brave than the others the burly goblin charges me hammer raised ready to bash my skull in.

I swing with my left, talons drawn and rake it across the chest and abdomen of the burly goblin! He shrieks and retreats back to the others. I reach over with my left grabbing my staff and using it to hoist myself up. I swing it back and forth in the direction of those little green bastards.

They ducked under and looked up at me with fear and amazement on their faces. Filled with adrenaline and rage I let out a primal scream showing my fangs!

Deciding they had enough they turned and ran except for the burly goblin who passed out due to blood loss.

I take a moment just to breathe, and view my surroundings. I can still see the clearing to the cave. I didn’t get too far which surprises me, feels like I’ve been running for ages. I see something in the distance. A body by the edge of the woods. I get closer and recognize the armor of the militia. It’s Varlow!

He is sitting up against a tree arms and legs tied, with a massive lump on his forehead. I am close enough to see that he is still breathing so I attempt to get closer. But hearing movement and the ugly sounds of the goblin language I turn and run with my dislocated arm trailing behind me.