Your muscles tenses painfully as it worked the adrenaline through your veins. ‘Why wasn’t anyone doing anything’ You thought! In the village everyone worked as a closeknit group. But now it felt like you had been forced center stage just for taking a wrong turn. The Goblin took a leap just barely missing you as you stop just enough to slap it on the head with your wooden sword. This was a magic school, wasn’t it? You gazed out into the collection of onlookers; A handful of fellow Gnomes that held a line on both sides of the crack. Someone had to have just a bit of magic to get you out of this. The goblin leaped again knocking both of you to the ground. It then quickly completed the pin.
Impossibly the steady rumble of the giants not but a few meters away stayed consistent through this whole interaction. None seemingly having even the faintest idea of looking down. The creature snarled and struck you with heavy fist. Thankfully your sword was large enough to block some of the blows.
“He-help! HELP! Anyone?!”“###################!”
A Gnome in simple cloth ware flexed their hands as they pressed down against the red walkway floor. But other than a flash of light nothing happened. “w-what?!” The others in the group gasped in confusion for a moment before a Gnome in a green silk hat quickly draw his own wooden blade and advanced the rest following suit after a moment. Only for them to pause at a flurry of motion from the crack. A gaggle of pygmy goblins spilled forth. They were surprisingly smaller than the one you were currently fighting, but only by a few feet or so. A flurry of feral cheers Echoed out.
"####!" "##-######-##!" "#############!!!"
All this out of the corner of your eye, while your main focus was horribly filled with the horrific sight of a goblin bearing down on you. His sweaty skin and repugnant smell would be ghastly on their own within his heavy fisted attacks against your body. Time for you slowed like all time does during moments of dangerous decision. In your minds eye Lady fate descended next to your ear, breathing softly she asked “What are you going to do?” in a neutral honest tone.
You feel something deep in your chest. A pressure building like a shaken bottle. Both you and the Goblin watch your hands begin to glow. But much like the other Gnome all you can manage to do is get them to glow repeatedly. The Goblin releases his grip and raises both fists above your head for one final strike!
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