You don't take long to decide, since you're still busy losing blood from your shredded hands. The foul scent of mindflayers is stronger to the left, so you go left. Your darkvision allows you to see clearly in what would otherwise be a barely lit long straight corridor topped by an iron grate a few feet above your eight foot stature.
After about fifty feet, the passage turns sharply to the right. As soon as you round the corner, you see your first obstacle. Two goblins are dragging a third goblin, which is either dead or unconscious, from the other end of the passage. They were about to turn the corner down a side passage when they spot you spotting them. They drop the body of the third goblin and draw their swords. You notice a certain drooling slack-jawed stiff gate to them as they turn to face you. Good, they are thralls. They may not be the mindflayers you crave to pound on, but at least the mindflayers controlling them will get the idea.
By the time they finish freeing the blades from their scabbards, you have already closed the twenty foot distance between you and hit them both like a runaway horse, trampling them as you slide and stomp your great hooves into the rock floor and bloody crunching goblins, trying to slow yourself down and turn around. One goblin now looks worse then the motionless goblin they were carrying. The other is badly injured, but staggers upward and thrusts his little shortsword into your lower abdomen. You grab the blade with your already cut and broken hand and yank it from your gut and his hand, tossing it aside. The new wound adds to the pain which adds to the force of your headbutt as you drop it down on the goblin like a falling bolder. You’re not sure if the crunching sound is his skull, neck, or both, but there is no question that he is dead as you straighten back up.
You look back at the bodies and the trail of blood and realize that the trail is yours; marking the entire path you have taken from the mill wheel to your current spot. The slit in your stomach is pouring blood freely and will leave a much thicker trail. You start to feel dizzy from the blood loss, but then you shake it off and decide you don't have time for that.
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