His bare feet slapped on the floor, one hand desperately clutching the bleeding wound at his side, whilst his right gripped tight around his dagger. A Wretched's wretched blade flashed out towards him as Steal swerved left and ducked low, a sudden breeze of cold air tickled his head as the blade swung too high.
Steal's dagger was the next to spring forth, lodging itself firmly between two of the Wretched's wribs, iron blade puncturing and parting pallored and thick skin, met with a gentle shik as it grated against bone; the final noise was something similar to a pop, accompanied by a gentle pop as he dragged the blade sideways, cutting a deep gash in a seeping, gross pimple, the yellowing pus mixed with blood as Steal's blade dragged it's way out of the Wretched's body, dagger once more grating against yellowed bone and cutting against putrid flesh.
The Wretched collapsed to stone, still gripping it's ugly blade as it's body slapped against the ground; Steal pushed past him, allowing himself a quick moment to glance towards his companions, Kor'Ak was bringing his heavy boots down on a weird spider creature, which Steal was somewhat unhappy about, grey armour painted in splatters of green, yellow, red and brown.
Kelvin seemed to be getting along just fine as well, Steal managed to track his slender silhoutte through the fog, as a Wretched charged him, the silhouette wavered and split into two; as the Wretched looked between the two, both impaled it through either shoulder, though only one blade pierced flesh, another geyser of crimson blood erupting over the mist and splashing into the stone.
More bare feet slapping against the cold floor, as humans and goblin charged together against a common foe, the trio were running along one side of the circular room, with Steal closest to the wall, then Kelvin and finally Kor'Ak, with the most heavily armoured of the group dealing with any attempts at flanking them as they skirted around the rooms edge, making sure to keep there distance from the slowly advancing slab of putrid meat that the Wretched called Mother.
Steal shouldn't have spared the time to look towards his companions though, in the half-second it took for him to focus on what lay ahead, one of the Mother's slimy abominations sprang of the stone walls above him, the goblin tried to pull himself back from the plumetting creature, yet again, it's mandibles narrowly minced his scalp, long, spindly legs cut into his cheek, and the creature found gripping again as it rammed it's needle-like feet into the goblin's torso, mandibles clicking together manically as if to laugh at it's victory, Steal's left hand abandoned the wound at his side, desperately trying to bat away the little, vicious creature.
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He was succesful, though a little too late as a pair of jagged mandibles scythed through his stomach, the cut was shallow, but painful nonetheless as it tore apart flesh in a jagged line.
The goblin howled in pain, taking in a deep breath as the gross, blood-smeared creature squished against the ground.
Though the creature didn't inhale clean air, instead, his lungs were flooded by the invading green mist, coughing and sputtering as it poured into his mouth, faint whispers reaching him as the fog tickled and rolled inside his body.
Then it burnt, his brain flared up in pain and anger, body jerking awkwardly as his throat felt like it had been filled with broiling flame.
His sight became fuzzy, breaths became lazy and shallow, every step he took felt slower, weaker.
His eyes began to slowly droop shut as he tried desperately to howl and scream through the pain, trying to keep himself awake, instead the goblin merely tired himself further. His last sight was that of a shit-crusted spear driving it's way through his magical companion's foot.
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When the goblin next opened his eyes, he was outside. A thick green canopy towered above him as he felt his chest throb, bare belly smacking against something hard. Metal, Kor'Ak's back.
He was being carried by the Djaal, who was sprinting as fast as he could manage, barely managing to hurdle himself over a tangled, thick root that came over the foliage like a pipe. Steal glanced around desperately for the other one, Kelvin, and he spotted him.
Dragging a little behind ever so slightly, crimson liquid pooling and spilling from the wound in the wizard's foot. The man followed after in a desperate limp, barely keeping up with Kor'Ak as he stumbled over a tangle of roots that made a rather well-shaped knot in the dirt.
The wizard's fantastic clothes were smeared with both blood and pus, though a thick layer of soot and ash seemed to cling to his face and the wrinkles in his damaged apparel.
Upon closer inpection, small, singed holes in the wizard's sleeves and pants still smoldered, the faintest of embers still glowing in the fabric.
Steal glanced forwards again to Kor'Ak, he couldn't see much of the man, but his eyes were drawn to the Djaal's hands. They were pale, almost white in fact, the skin was raised and even whiter on his palms, some sort of liquid beneath them. Blisters.
Finally, he heard them, over the crunching of twigs and foliage beneath steel boots and the whines of a wounded mage, he heard them.
Calling.
Howling.
Screaming in anger and seething rage.
The screaming and roars were interspersed with the occasional gurgle.
The angry howls made a rather animalistic, jagged symphony.
It was rather wretched.