Vargo howls a screeching cackle and points a gnarled bone staff towards us as the multitude of gnolls begin rushing towards the three of us. As the first gnoll approaches I swing my cane in an underhanded swing and nail him right between his scrawny legs, smiling as the gnoll whimpers and folds in on itself before the cane comes back around and bludgeons the mewling enemy in the head. Before I can even get the cane back up another gnolls has already stepped on the cooling corpse of its companion and I try to block the incoming club strike with my arm before a stick with a sharpened point comes over my shoulder and just barely goes into the gnolls throat. As the warrior falls back in confusion Mog places his hand on my shoulder and I can feel a warm tingling throughout my body as my exhaustion and small wounds wear away. Three more gnolls have already approached me but with more caution after having seen the first two fall, but before they can initiate an attack a loud roar is heard from the opposite side of the camp before a crash of weapons is heard. After i dispatch the gnoll in front of me I'm surprised to see a small green man hanging off the back of one of the gnolls nearby, a small sharpened stone being driven in and out of the much larger creatures spine. In another direction a seven foot tall humanoid tiger swipes his claws into a gnolls stomach and roars as he yanks out the gnolls intestines before wrapping them around another gnoll's neck nearby and strangling it to death. As I look around I can see countless creatures attacking the gnolls, some more successful than others. A group of five flying girls the size of dolls shoot various elements at a single gnoll with a shield before he swings a sword through two of them instantly slaying them. A four foot fishman picks up a spear one of the gnolls dropped and twirls it in a circle around it, blood flying in all directions as several gnolls screech in pain and retreat from the scaled menace. An ogre swings its fists back and forth killing several gnolls before a group of at least ten finally overwhelm it and hack into its body before the ogre breathes its last.

As I'm watching the massacre happening around me a whistling sound is heard before a clump of acidic mud hits my arm, burning off some fur and causing me to snap out of my stupor. Standing across from me, staring at me with a look of hatred and contempt, is Vargo. The chieftain snarls as he charges towards me while the staff in his hand glows a deep shade of red before his white fur glows with the same color. As the glow sinks into his skin his body spasms before bulging muscle begin breaching from his fur, veins glowing that same angry red line the now bald patches as Vargo's eyes glow an eerie shade of green before he finally reaches me and swings the staff towards my head in an attempt to kill me instantly. Before I can dodge a white blur crashes into Vargo's side causing the now massive gnoll to stumble before lashing the staff at the blur sending it flying off into the wooded area before a meaty thud is heard. Wincing at the sound I raise my cane and activate its ability, a golden glow starting to shine on everyone fighting the gnolls. After I feel the strength build inside of me I use desperate charge and run towards the hulking gnoll, my cane coming down on its knee with a loud smack before that leg thrusts out and sends me flying through the air.

I land on something hard and spiky, a grumbled oof is heard coming from under me before i feel hands rolling me off of them. As I open my eyes I see a shortish man with a nasty looking hammer, his body covered in grey plate mail coated with large splotches of blood.

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"Your the little guy I saw on my rounds huh? Well since you caused this mess and took Vargo's attention it let me break free so I guess I can help ya out as thanks. Watch and learn little furry dude!" says the hobgoblin as it begins to walk towards the enraged Gnoll chieftain.

I watch in confusion as the gnoll charges towards the hob, swinging its staff viscously as the head of the weapon glows green and a layer of stone covers it. As the newly minted club reaches the hob's head it's body seems to blur before coming inside the gnolls guard, its hammer singing quickly before a crack is heard and the gnoll flies backwards and slams into the building with the sigil. A large bloody hole is in the gnolls side where the hammer hit, fragments of bone can be seen as well as pieces of organs as the wound slowly closes and the gnoll looks towards the hobgoblin in fear.

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'Ha! Damn mutt that's what you get for putting that damn sticker on me. Taught me not to take naps near the river though so I guess thanks for that.' The hob thinks in glee as he watches the ugly white gnoll struggle to its feet. Once the gnoll gets back up it starts casting spell after spell at the hob. Fire slides off the hobs body while earth crumbles to dust as it makes contact, wind blades caress the hob gently as water balls refresh the mentally exhausted war scout. The gnoll chieftain cackles in fear as it orders the surrounding gnolls to charge the hob. The first gnoll leaps towards the hob before its skull flies off to the left, the body sailing past the hob as blood seeps out of the now jagged remnants of its neck. The hob grabs the rusted sword the dead gnoll dropped before throwing its hammer towards an oncoming gnoll, the blunt weapons handle sailing into the gnolls eye killing it instantly before the hob swiftly passes its falling body and impales the beast behind it through its stomach. The hob laughs happily as it snatches a whip off the impaled gnolls waist before yanking the sword to the side, shattering the blade inside its opponent before using the handle of the sword to bludgeon a gnoll in its snout as it attempts to backpedal in fear. The whip lashes out and wraps around another gnolls neck before yanking it forward, it falls in front of the hob before a plated boot smashes into the back of its neck, breaking its spine as it gurgles before suffocating. Soon the remaining gnolls begin fleeing in fear as the hob dispatches everything that approaches it with extreme precision, its happy laughter causing cold sweat to run down everyone's back as they witness the massacre. Finally the hob stands before the gnoll chieftain, its bulging muscles quivering as it looks down at the Warscout in fear before finally cackling once and charging. The Hob looks up at the charging gnoll before smiling happily and rushing forward, its body blurring as it jumps towards the gnoll and sends its hand towards its chest, the palm of the hand making contact before the gnolls chest caves inwards as its sent flying back towards the buildings wall and this time breaking through.

"Damn used a lot of stamina and my health's down pretty far. Went to hard on these mutts but looks like its wrapping up now, I think I'll just rest my eyes for a few." mumbles the hob as his words slur towards the end and he falls backwards, everything go black as consciousness leaves him.