Hey its time to RUN. Angry goblins wearing white clown make-up are chasing me. The only reason they havent caught me yet. Is because the warrior has me in a choke hold as she drags me like a wet rag. At the speed of a race car.

All the others stayed behind to delay the goblins as much as they can. Only me, the warrior and a single stud are left. The goblins are speaking in a foreign language. Actually its less like speaking and more like screaming obscenities. As the swirl of stress is getting to me. I order the warrior to run up to a cliff area. Its a place we still haven't explored. But its our only hope of getting away from those hideous green, white and purple monsters with red noses.

“Hucghral Prepors. Actavis. Honk* Honk*” The angry clowns don’t seem to notice that we are heading uphill. Too busy squeezing their horns Angrily.

Come on we can fight earth wyrms and kill dragons. Of course those are the bug variety. An earth worm and a dragon fly arent easy to kill. It takes a lot of skill to catch them. So a few clown goblins are easy pickings. Those bozos wont kno-

DUCK! A pie flys over us. As I order the warrior to dodge it. She follows orders flawlessly. Just like I trained her. But everything starts seeming like a wasted effort. As the goblins are actively covering the distance between us. With an obstructed view from being handled like old laundry. I try to direct the warrior as best as I can.

Before long the distance starts becoming really tight. But I am a tenacious person and I raised a determined soldier that will brave hell and back to protect me. Schooling those suckers made them unfailingly loyal.

Combat roll. Combat jump. Combat fall. Shit nothing is keeping those freaky horror movie monsters away. Just a bit more and we will reach the cliff. It might be stupid to jump off the ledge. But I have plan.

“Dinka boing boing.” The goblins slow down as they see us being cornered on the cliff face.

Just as we reach the cliff the four goblins each take an escape route and block us. They stand still for the first time. All of them heaving with nasty expressions. I do the same, i struggle to breath because of the mouth holding me by the neck.

After a moment of silence, from our stand off. I started getting cold feet, the drop seems high. One of the goblins gathered enough courage to approach. Just as they made the first move. I finally decided.

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“JUMP!” The warrior and I flew off the cliff face. Completely blind to what could be at the bottom. The goblins faces fell as they seem to experience extreme panic when they realized what we did.

If you could see us fly. Man you can do anything atleast once. The plan of course isnt to fall to my death. But to use the warrior as a cushion to eat my fall. She mindlessly follows my orders. Because since birth, obedience was the only choice.

BAM*

Ow ow ow. My BAAACK! I started rolling as the grip the warrior had on me got loosened. Before I can orient my self enough to figure out what happened to my sweet baby. My bruised neck and back are the only injures the whole debacle had I hear an awfully familiar chatter.

Slide whistle going down in pitch*

Huh?!? I quickly turn my head to look and I audibly gulp for the first time in my new life. Just as I thought that I escaped from the clowns it seems we have just fallen into a whole circus full of them.

Preforming goblins juggling balls rolling around on unicycles and jumping hoops. One of the goblins has his whistle fall from his mouth as he was playing it. The juggler has his balls fall on the ground and the general noise and chatter falls into a tense silence.

Every one of the goblins stops whatever they were doing and they look at us confused. Very scared for my life. I sense the chittering and shaking of the stud on top of my body. Its the stud. He survived.

It seems he took two layers of protection. First from the body of the warrior and then me cushioning his fall. A gleam flashes in my eye, as I get an idea. Before the goblins lose their dazed state. I order the stud to get off me and approach the goblins a little bit.

He pensively jumps down and slowly walks forward. All eyes are on him as he walks toward the group. It seems they have a dark fascination of what this foreign creature will try to do. I tell him to stop on that spot.

As he does. The goblins seem to wonder if they should do something. Then I tell him to dance. DANCE like his life depends on it. Because it actually DOES. I direct him to mimic the dancing of some of the goblin performers before they stopped and started looking at us.

All the goblins stop what they were doing for a second time as they stare at the stud dumbfounded at what they are seeing. The poor little broodswarmer dances with what little dexterity he has. He probably is the best dancer of all the swarms. Its less because of skill and more because of lack of competition.

If I could sweat, then I would. The whole circus has fallen into silence as they absentmindedly watch the miniature broodswarmer dancing the dance of his people. I run out of the dance moves, I stole from the goblins and start telling him to do free style breakdancing. He does a surprisingly good job.

As I approach the end of my directed dance. The stud lays on the floor completely exhausted. As the dance ended its seems like a spell has been broken. As instantly all the goblins started talking. I hear more laughter then angry shouting so thats a good start.

As I stand as perfectly still as my body would allow me. I wait for the goblins to come to a decision. A more formally dressed goblins wearing a purple suit and a top hat. With gold jewellery all over his body. He approaches both of us.

The stud shuffles infront of me in a protective fashion. The rich looking goblin doesn’t seem deterred in the slightest. A slight tug on my mind tells me that the warrior somehow survived the fall. But she’s crippled to the point that it doesn’t matter what she does.

The rich goblin standing above finally reaches me and has a glimmer flash in his eyes as he does. The other goblins hush up as they sense the deciding moment approaching. I look him directly in the eyes.

“Servitas Purp alea nex” He squats infront of me and gives me a scary smile.