Eliron and his group stormed towards the stone building, slicing and stabbing at the horde that had encompassed them.
Some goblins held long spears and struck them from a distance, some threw small rocks aiming to blind them, while a few of them used their rusty blades to charge.
They were a nasty bunch.
As they got closer to the building, a shadow suddenly washed over Eliron. He raised his head just in time to see a goblin sailing through the air, like a man over-dosed on motivational speeches.
Apparently, this goblin felt it could fly.
But Eliron's blade acted as the strong rod of correction, correcting it from its wayward path.
He lashed out at it, splitting the goblin in two before it even had the opportunity to do anything of note.
Then three others barred his path, each of holding old rusty, but undoubtedly sharp blades.
The first one lunged with a guttural shout, striking with a forward strike.
