A blink of the eye is all it would take for you to miss it.
A blink of an eye and everything changed.
A blink of an eye and chaos was upon us.
Never relax yourself.
Why had I let my party grow soo lax…
This was on me…
I thought as our world descended into hell.
Mobs spawned from thin air.
One second we were alone, trapped within the stone walls.
The next, a mob of frantic scorched goblins were upon us.
My party was experienced, but even this was beyond them.
Our tank, Frankenmuth lay frozen by fear.
Taunt now!
My orders fell on deaf ears.
But, surprises come both ways.
Brutus, the bruiser, rose rather than cowered.
While one wilts, another sprouts.
Brilliantly glowing a red hue, vibrating with aggro and threat, the goblins descended on Brutus with every intention to kill.
Producing my daggers.
[Silver Slivers]
Not the ones I would have liked.
But again.
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This was supposed to be a farming run.
So these were chosen for their bonuses in pelt collecting and not their offensive capabilities.
I moved in.
Cutting everything within reach.
Slices of red.
Ribbons of blood.
Monsters that had previously been slain in two strikes did not drop.
Shit…this was bad.
The maiden has enhanced the area.
Multiplying the force of our foes.
If the ones from down the hall were levels below the maximum.
These were at the pinnacle of combat strength.
As I continued forward, every combat buff popped, rampaging through foes that appeared from the darkness and nowhere, screams from behind pierced my concentration.
Turning back.
I was met with horror
Curie frantically healed Brutus.
Wilder provided cover fire, desperately killing a mob that never ceased.
But that wasn't what caused my heart to drop.
To the right a pack of goblins lay huddled around something.
Focusing my vision.
The blurs turned clear.
A carcass was being torn to shreds
Our tank had fallen.
Feasting ferociously.
The sounds reverberating.
An awful mashing of bones and teeth and flesh.
Instinctively my hand hovered my eye patch.
But just as quickly, my gut fired back.
If this is just a side route.
What lies at the end of the dungeon?
Calming my self.
I settled back into formation.
One less than before.
I didn't know how to feel.
Frankenmuth had died.
But it wasn't in vain.
The goblins ravaging his body made it so less were attacking Brutus.
I'm sorry I muttered beneath my breath.
Everyone tighten up.
Keep the focus heals on Brutus
Focus fire one at a time.
These ones won't go down as easily
We can do this.
We have to…