Halonar

Quow

As the wagon trundled along the rugged dirt road, Jack felt a sense of anticipation building within him. The small rural village of Quow they sought to protect lay ahead, its fate hanging in the balance as they prepared to confront the goblin threat.

As they neared the outskirts of Quow, Wyatt signaled for the wagon to come to a halt, his expression grave as he surveyed their surroundings. The time for action was at hand, and they would need to act swiftly and decisively if they were to prevent the goblin raid from wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting villagers.

With a nod from Wyatt, Jack disembarked from the wagon, his short sword and shovel clutched tightly in his hands. His heart pounded in his chest as he took his position, hidden from view amidst the dense foliage that lined the road.

Minutes stretched into eternity as Jack waited, his senses heightened as he strained to catch any sign of the approaching goblin horde. The air became tense, each passing moment punctuated by the distant sounds of rustling leaves and snapping twigs.

And then, without warning, the silence shattered as the goblin soldiers emerged from the dense underbrush, their twisted forms illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight.

Leading the charge was the goblin commander, a towering figure clad in tattered armor, his eyes burning with malice as he barked orders to his subordinates. There were at least thirty, hopefully not much of a problem.

With a silent signal from Wyatt, the ambush was set into motion. Carl and Kuhara unleashed a volley of arrows from their bows, their aim true as they targeted the unsuspecting goblins with deadly accuracy. Ruben followed suit, launching vials of alchemical fire into their midst, the flames engulfing their enemies in a fiery inferno.

"Cover me!" Kuhara yelled, as she unsheathed her sword. Carl fired another bunch of arrows, which had little effect other than distraction, due to the now organized group of goblins raising their shields.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, an explosion scattered everyone on the battlefield, Jack took that as a chance to attack.

As chaos erupted around him, Jack sprang into action, his shovel raised high as he charged forward to meet the enemy head-on. Killing the first one, he equipped his sword in his other hand, he clashed with the soldier, his short sword flashing in the moonlight as he struck out with precision and skill.

Each blow landed with deadly accuracy, sending goblin after goblin tumbling to the ground in a whirlwind of steel and fury. Jack moved swiftly as he danced through the melee, his shovel and sword carving a path of destruction in his wake. The decapitated head of the goblin spiraled, flinging a splash of blood around. Jack moved to next, stabbing another in the neck, killing it. He didn't see any of the other guild members, smoke, dust and dirt was everywhere.

Another explosion sent a vibration through ground, causing jack to almost fall over.

Were the goblins using magic?

Another explosion erupted in front of Jack, vaporizing the two goblins that were approaching him. No, it couldn't be the goblins, the explosions were mainly targeting the goblin troops.

Finally, out of the corner of his eye he managed to spot Kuhara and Wyatt cutting up 3 other goblins. Wyatt saw Jack, and began screaming something.

Jack whirled around and caught a heavy stone blade that would have crushed him on his shovel, the Goblin commander towered over him and swung his blade to the side, Jack blocked again but the force swept him off the ground and cast him to the side. Another explosion erupted, separating Jack and the Commander. Jack sprang up, and charged at the disoriented goblin, who was drinking a healing potion. By the time Jack reached the goblin he had downed the entire potion, roaring he swung his blade, slicing down a tree where Jack had been. Jack rolled. This was nothing like the sparring with Wyatt, The goblin was swinging his sword wildly, Jack had no way of predicting his next move.