Into the Arms of the Night

Chapter 10: A Goblin's Honor, A Naga's Determination

Within barely the next full twenty-four hours that followed the alert of the attack to the Naga; Goblin Warlord and Director of Gringotts Ragnok Iron-fist had taken no short-cuts in preparing for their move to India and had gathered a sizable force to help with the relief efforts that may need to be done. They had all been warned and packed to march from the underground to the lands the snake-people inhabited in less than three hours of notification.

The old goblin general was focused and ready to give his life to solidify their place in the new world order that Lord Peverell would bring about. He was eager for the return of the old ways in new and more adaptable techniques that could be applied to every day life more easily. But, most of all, he was ready to return his people back to their customs and traditions outside of Ministry monitoring and to enjoy the freedom.

And, admittedly; this was his redemption for his own ancestors. The goblins had tried to save the Elven people during Nocturna's time; them and the dwarves, who historically didn't get along nor play nice. But, they had at that time put aside their grudges to hold fast and true to the ideals Nocturna Peverell wished to see.

What they had accomplished had hardly managed to salvage more than few thousand; but enough for their race to rebuild with time.

Ragnok curled a fist as sharp teeth let a low snarl out and he silently swore to himself there and then; the wizards would not trespass again in such a way. They would not massacre a whole race out of ignorance and fear; for that is what this attempt was...a blind attack of fear due to the unknown Lord Peverell could unleash.

India's land was far different than that of Britain; precautions had been taken and executed in precision, but also haste. They had quickly made their way to the jungles and scouted out the palace grounds for signs of the Aurors there. Nearly two hundred men and women were at the place; his smirk was blood-thirsty and his eyes gleamed.

"They won't expect us to come and hunt them so quickly. I want the majority of you to simply go at them in a forward assault. Be mindful of their shields, runes, and wards. Several contingents are to tunnel beneath and issue surprises for them. I will go inside the palace with only three others and attempt to secure the princess's safety and assurances."

Ragnok saw the eager looks of the goblin soldiers as he watched the humans simply try to relax and plan how to take the castle while they had the chance. He smirked wider, "Lord Peverell expects of us to keep the Naga princess safe. We will do this and eliminate all who threaten his agenda, or we will die trying and know that our loss will never be forgotten.

"Now, one the count of three...one, two, ...three!" He roared as his battle-axe gleamed and the frontal assault team roared loudly in response as the charged in with wild abandon and eyes that hungered for the taste of battle that had not been satiated for so long.

The Aurors who had been the closest to them had all stood straight up to that and watched in shock and horror as the goblins came from the shade of the trees. Armored in metal with runes for protection and grinning with mad looks to them as their array of weapons were poised to attack at will. They were here to fight and to ensure their task failed.

"Get those wards up now damn it!" Lead Auror Dawlish yelled, "Keep those damnable goblins at bay, or else!"

Many of them had never engaged goblins before and were nervous of this, but they all did as the leader asked. Wards went up but the weak human magic was not able to hold, and the goblin's charge did not halt; they merely smirked and walked through them. Their own runes negating the effects that these witches and wizards had wanted to occur. They then sent the wizards scrambling.

The aurors were confused as to how these goblins were using their magic and weapons conjointly when they were not supposed to be able to without a foci, but however they were...it was not a good thing. Men and women were screaming alike as spears and swords impaled flesh and bone. Screams were heard as purple or blue fire was burning through their battle robes and disintegrating them.