Brothers in Another World

Bracing

"I'm so going to die here... " He was getting pessimistic again, from within the forest Klein  sprinted aimlessly through the forest. His heart was racing, turning around to see the goblins just barely in sight as their echoing voices grew weaker.

It was there that Klein thought about something: Why did he bring them out here?

Back when the goblin's hand lit in flames, it blew up right in front of both Klein and Neil. It destroyed both the tent and their chances at their first successful mission.
Klein was scornful, of course their plan wouldn't work out.

He was a fool for thinking they could get past this without any bumps, swearing to himself as he began to tire out. 

"God damn it!"

...

Groggily getting up, coughing as dirt and smoke went through his lungs as Klein crawled out with his entire front burnt. Touching his face, he yelled in pain as it stung immensely each time he's run a finger across. Even moving his body was a chore, his double-layered shirt and cloak now burnt to a crisp.

Leaving his bare chest, Klein reached into his pocket and started pouring a potion all over his body.

"This hurts... So fucking much...!" Klein had managed to stand up when the goblins were gazing before the brother with his back turned, Neil was too occupied in being unconscious. With his younger brother out of the picture, Klein cursed as they etched towards the downed brother.

Only to stop as one of their kind was viciously cut through the collarbone, dropping dead as the others looked to the culprit.

It was almost out of instinct, did Klein drive his knife through the creatures eyes, snapping it's neck as he yelled to the others. Their shrieks of confusion turned to cries of anger, as Klein stood over the corpse of one of their brethren.
He was just glad he got the drop on one of them, now leaving three goblins to deal with.

As they brought out their bows and arrows, Klein's heart sank as his killer instinct immediately turned to fear. He bolted behind the trees and made a run for it.

"COME AND GET SOME FREAKS! RIGHT HERE!" Taunting the goblins with embarrassing thrusting, phase one of his improvised plan successfully worked as they pursued.

...

"Have they stopped following me...?" Klein whispered to himself, now sitting behind a bush trying to catch his breath. The lack of rustling was a good sign, biding his time as the distant footsteps soon drew louder.

His breathing started to feel heavy with each passing second, trying to keep as still as possible. He prayed that they wouldn't see him, he hoped to any kind of god that he wouldn't get caught.

Ok.... Klein sat there, unmoving as the goblins reached where Klein diverted from his path. The one in front was dressed differently from the other two, being slightly taller and wore chainmail across its chest. Undoubtedly, it kept a straight posture and its green skin was slightly darker.
The other two, however, wore nothing but ragged cloth around their groin areas.

It's a good thing their leader wasn't green, otherwise, Klein would've realised where that nose-scrunching stench came from.

So he's the one in charge, it's only natural I'd go for him...

Such a plan was the norm for Klein, just go in and kill the bastard before it can do any more harm to others. However, his self-confidence was dropping every time they stepped closer. He still couldn't get the burning pain away, something he'll have to pay for once he gets back to Florence.