[size=+1]Lindon's call to stand firm is somewhat reassuring, even as the remaining goblin plays havoc with our escape route. I ignore the instinct to panic and instead reload my crossbow, taking careful aim at the triumphant greenskin.
The bolt sings across the gap between us and slams into the side of the creature's head. The squawk is cut off suddenly and the goblin topples. A grin splits across my face.
"GO ON, MY SON! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCKIN' DO IT!"
My second's triumph is cut off by the sound of splashing below, and I remember the plight of my companions. Swearing like an angry sailor, I sling my crossbow and run for my pack.
I have a cunning plan.
It involves more rope.[/size]
The bolt sings across the gap between us and slams into the side of the creature's head. The squawk is cut off suddenly and the goblin topples. A grin splits across my face.
"GO ON, MY SON! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCKIN' DO IT!"
My second's triumph is cut off by the sound of splashing below, and I remember the plight of my companions. Swearing like an angry sailor, I sling my crossbow and run for my pack.
I have a cunning plan.
It involves more rope.[/size]