The elf faced the hobgoblin and pulled her sword.
The four goblins, obeying their leader, advanced on the others. “Joban, help Britt out!” Bard yelled. Johanna stay with me! George, protect Massacharamar!”
“Shield!” Balon yelled. Suddenly a transparent barrier formed around his entire body. He moved to Britt and faced two of the goblins.
Johanna joined Bard, grasping her mace tightly in both hands,
George stood five feet away from the hobgoblin and Massacharamar. The monster concentrating on the elf, ignored the thief.
Balon held up his wand and yelled, “Light!” A ball of light formed on the end of the wand. Flicking the tip of the wand, the ball of light flew into the face of one of the goblins.
“I cannot see!” yelled the creature.
Balon threw a second ball of light at the second goblin. However, it deflected the light with its shield.
“I have this one!” Britt yelled, indicating the one who avoided the light. “Take care of the other one!” He rushed in to strike the goblin. Even though it was not unaffected by the light spell, the goblin was concentrating on the magic user. He did not notice the dwarf rushing towards him with the swinging sword. Screaming in pain, it feel to the ground with his decapitated arm from the shoulder. It feebly tried to rise. However, Britt stabbed down into its black heart.
Meanwhile, Balon held out his hands and light came from them. Two balls of light appeared and they formed into golden arrows. He threw his hands towards the blinded goblin. Finding their mark, the goblin fell dead to the ground with two arrows protruding from its neck.
“Take the one of the left!” Bard yelled. “I will get the other one!” They approached slowly towards their goblins.
The creatures laughed. “This will be easy prey! They are too slow!”
“Now!” Bard yelled. Both he and Johanna suddenly rushed the creatures. The one Johanna attacked had a look of surprise on its face before its skull was crushed from her mace. Barde just as quickly decapitated the head of his goblin.
The battle between Massacharamar and the hobgoblin was not as easy. This creature was bigger and stronger. Skillfully he swung his battleaxe. Just as skillyfully, she swung her sword. Blocking each others blows, neither was gaining the advantage.
George, stood back and watched. He ached to help, however, he could not find an opening. With the swinging weapons, he would only get hit by one of them.
“Look out!” yelled Massacharamar, as the battleaxe came flying towards him. He quickly leaped out of the way. The elf had hit the axe with such a forch that the hobgoblin lost his grip on the weapon. However, her weapon also went flying harmlessly away. There was nothing to do except either to fight with her hands or use a spell.
The hobgoblin saw his chance. If he got to her before she could conjure up a spell, he would over power and kill her. He quickly leapt towards her and started punching her in the face, his hands reaching for her throat.
Even though she tried to fight him off, he was too strong.
“This is your chance, George!” she yelled. George, seeing Massacharamar plight, was already on the move.. The hobgoblin had totally ignored him. Running from behind, with his knife in his hand, he jumped on the creature’s back and stabbed him.
Screaming in pain, the hobgoblin loosed its hold on Massacharamar and turned to face George. Massacharamar wan and retrieved her sword.
“It is not he you want!” the elf yelled. “It is me!”
The hobgoblin turned and faced the elf once again. Snarling, he rushed at her once again. She swung and the sword sunk into his chest. He fell screaming to the ground. Massacharamar stood over him, ready to finish the creature off.