Snorri barely had time to realise what was happening before the leader of the now-dead goblins sent another crudley-carved crossbow bolt sailing towards him. He barley managed to duck behind the now-dead goblin he had just defeated as the bolt bounced loudly off the wall where his head had been just a moment before. “Come out, little Dwarvling,” can Trig’s low goblish grow? “Trigs gonna get you," he must sing to the gnome. Thinking quickly, Snorri clasped tight onto the dead goblin's shield. letting the corpse slump away from him and daring to reach around and grab the shield handle with his left hand. He clasped Arracop’s handle tightly in his right hand and peered quickly over the shield.
SNAP.
Snorri ducked quickly behind the shield. Another bilt hit the wall just above his head and clattered loudly to the floor. Snorri dared another glance over the shoulder. hoping the goblin would be reloading.
Snap.
Snorri dove back again. He was sure he had been too quick for the goblin to reload. He thought hard, trying to think of a way out of the situation. If he turned to run, he would be shot in the back. If he charged the goblin, he would receive an arrow to the face. The sound of goblin footsteps reached his ears. The goblin leader was closing the distance between them. “Come out, little dwarvling, and I promise not to eat you," Sung trig said, as yet again he shot at Snorri.
Snap. Snap.
Two long clangs hit Snorri’s shield. Two bolts clattered to the ground. Dual weilding. Snorri realized. the reason he hadn't been quick enough before. The goblin was dual-dealing. Snorri dared to glance around his shield again. He was right. The goblin leader was advancing towards him, quickly reloading two one-handed crossbows. Snorri had just enough time to take in two crudley-carved goblin swords swinging from its waist on a dark leather belt. Before the goblin fired again.
Snap. Snap.
Snorri dove behind the shield. One of the bolts clattered harmlessly away. The other broke the shield. coming to a halt inches from Snorri’s eye. This time, Snorri was ready. He charged blindly forwards at the crossbow, wielding goblins with a roar of gnomish fury. The goblin cuaght mid-reload lost its footing. Sending itself and Snorri spherling across the floor in a flurry of punches as both crossbows and shields tumbled from their respective hands. Finnally Trig the Goblin sent Snorri flying with a well-placed kick to the chest and slowly staggered to his feet. Snorri struck the wall with a thud. Pushing himself back to his feet and pulling Arcacop forward with both hands, he looked on as the goblin drew both swords from their places on his belt. The goblin clashed the two blades together, sent forth a spray of angry green sparks, and advanced on Snorri.
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Snorri charged forward at Trig the goblin. “COME ON THEN!” The goblin almost screamed as he closed the small distance between the two of them. Trig was the first two strikes. Sending his two blades both as the gnome's head. One aimed for each of the little creatures ears. Snorri dove and rolled away from the goblin. As he sprung to his feet, he only had enough time to bring Arcacop up to a guard position before Trig was already spinning towards him with both blades. this time aiming for Snorri’s ribs. Snorri managed to get his blade informed of the oncoming swords but was thrown sprawling down the corridor one more time with the two blows. As Snorri rolled to his feet, he tried to think of a plan. The shield was long gone, but he needed a way to be able to block both blades at once if he was to find an opening.
Trig came at him again, sending him skidding back again with two more smashing blows to his now-shaking sword. Snorri had a sudden idea. He grabbed Arcop’s chain, wrapping it length after length around his three fingers and balling it tightly around his left hand. He raised the sword in a come-here style motion. The goblin, enraged, charged forward. Swinging one blade wildly for Snorri’s head, another at his waist. This time, Snorri was ready. Raising his sword to send the blow meant for his head into the tunnel's low ceiling, Snorri punched blindly at the second slade with his left hand. To both Trig and Snorris shock, the shreiking of twisting metal erupted from the goblins sword, and the blades shattered into sahrds of dark metal. Trig shreiked and jumped backwards, creating some space in between himself and the tiny gnome and throwing his now broken sword carelessly to one side.
Snorri threw his sword towards the goblin, aiming for its neck, but Trig, the goblin, was fast, bringing up his last remaining weapon. The goblin managed to smack the arracop with just enough force to direct the blade. The goblin narrowed its eyes evilly as it quickly snapped its now-free hand forward and glasped its strong, greedy grip down on the weapon. It was as the goblin began to drag Snorri forward that Snorri began to panic. “Strike him!” the spider hissed in Snorri’s mind. "How?" Snorri screamed back in thought “He Has the Sword”.
“He has nothing,” hissed the spider. Snorri looked at the now-laughing goblin, now dragging him towards what would soon be a striking distance. He looked at his chain-wrapped left hand. He looked at the sword lying usually behind the goblin, hanging limply from the length of the chain. Snorri had a sudden idea. He charged the goblin, tackling the creature from its feet and sending them both to the floor. taken by surprise, Trigs sword clattered to the floor, and he somehow found himself underneath the gnome. Snorri let out a scream of gnomish fury and began to rain down punches on the goblin's head. He chain-wrapped his fist, turning the goblin’s face into a mushy mess of yellow and neon green.
Snorri let out a yell of triumpth as the goblin fell away. A soft chime filled his ears as he surveyed the dark corridor ahead of him. Golden, sparkling text appeared in his vision.
“Level up, Acheived!”