The tension of the group is at its paroxysm, no one dare move the moment we went in the chamber of the enormous goblin. Piggy, as I named it too, advance little by little, we hear the arrows hitting on the metallic shield. The further we go, the formation take places, everyone with a shield protect by doing a half circle around the team. Meanwhile the archers throw some arrows while they can. It's a battle of attrition, who will run out of arrows first and will have to come close for a fight?
Since they are 8, of course it's us, Red as a leader send some men to fight the remaining guards of the green brigade. They are well organized in little groups to fight them. two of the goblins dies but taking some of our allies with them. I see one horrible goblin on the verge of death suddenly grabbing a were-dog, doing a lock on his neck while stabbing it until it passes out. They both fall to the ground inanimate.
[Kill all the members of the green brigade. 74/80]
The other were-dog that accompanied him suddenly fall into madness after watching the scenery of craziness and decide in a vain heroic attempt to run at the chief for a last fight.
He couldn't reach it, arrows pierced through his body, some through his arms, in his belly and legs but nothing vital. He continue to advance but at a slower pace, he yells some words I don't understand but I can feel in his voice it is pure anger. The wheezing respiration of the were-dog was stopped by an arrow right in the neck. I don't know if it was pure madness or heroism but thanks to him we now went further in the meantime and the main team is close to the guards, forcing them to switch weapons and to go at close combats.
Blue rushes to the left side with his sword he hold with two hands. Red goes to the left side accompanied with his companion team. I decide to help Blue, he is alone and the others are already enough, we would just walk on each other if we had to fight alongside.
The only one staying behind are the gray beings. They contemplate the scenery while doing nothing. Even incomprehensible, they went back the the entrance of the room, they are waiting. I don't have time to concentrate on them but damn can't they help us? They could at least heal those who went first and got back with injuries!
I think I understand now, they planned this from the start, though I don't know if it's to preserve forces for the fight with the chief or sending us to our demise and watch like those spectators.
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One of the were-dog badly injured, he got lacerated through his belly rushes to them, begging for them to heal him like they used to outside the den. He falls to his knees, drenched in his own blood as the creatures watches him die while not even moving a single tentacle, nor a compassionate eyes to help him go to the other side. They ruthlessly watch him slumber for eternity as he begged for help.
I enter a state of rage at the sight of this. I become careless but I have to make them come back to their sense. Though I still have to finish with those goblins first. If I were to judge the green monsters, those are less stronger than the second in command but they still pack a good punch when they hit.
At this point it's a 2v2 with Blue and me against 2 goblins.My arm feels numb, how many hit did I receive from them now? I can't lower my attention a second or I'll finish like the others, dead on the cold ground of an unknown place. The storm of hit I receive nullify the possibility to counter attack. Blue is behind me waiting for the best opportunity but in this state it is just patience and endurance that will determine who wins. After some long minutes passes the goblins are exhausted but I am too.
One of them lift his arm to lend a last hit. I parry the hit with my shield while Blue benefits of this opportunity to slice this one in half while jumping above me and launching an attack at the same time. We've now come to a 2v1, the goblin slowly try to escape by going to his chief. Comparing the size of the two, the little goblins looks like a child next to it, it's just a bag of bones while the chief is an advanced obese. The society of the goblins is merciless, the strong eat while the weak starves.
While we though the chief would come to the help of his underling, it grab it with his gigantic hand by the head and throw it at us. The goblin has tears running on its face, it was rejected, but worse happened, while it tried to flee it is now at the complete mercy of us. I would've pity about it if I hadn't seen one of its companions brutally lacerate one of us by tricking it into misery.
Blue without a single moment of hesitation stab it in the chest.
[Kill all the members of the green brigade. 80/80]
Great all the underlings are now dead, we just need to fight this beast and all this will be done! I shake, I'm exhausted but this is the last step to make it out alive. I gaze from left to right, we suffered some loss in this battles too. Not only we lost 3 were-dog in this fight, the 3 gray beans didn't move a single time from the start of the fight unless it was to step back and watch. I look at them, one look at me in return but I sense no emotion coming from it.
I don't understand what they are trying to do? If we were to fight as a whole team everything would be finished so easily. a taste of bitterness run through my mouth. Fine, we will defeat this monster without you, just watch and see how we do it!
The chief on the other hand realizing all his allies died decide to step up. Its body is as big as an elephant that would stand on both of his back legs. It grabs the imposing club of bone that was placed behind it while it was eating.
The real battle begins now.