The rogue moved silently as the goblins kept sneaking along; just because the green little shits were light, it didn't mean that they were silent. The creatures moved far too clumsily to sneak up on anyone with even the slightest modicum of awareness. Richard, although he weighed more than both of the snot-skinned neanderthals moved with an almost eerie silence, the black-leather clothed man drew a short, thin dagger from one of the many rather pointless bandoliers and belts that made his already shifty looking get-up look like bondage gear. A second, lighter dagger was drawn from a belt that wrapped around his thigh, Richard grabbed the dagger by the tip of its blade, held delicately in his fingers.

Steal was following after Blud, the path was still gloomy as ever, but as they advanced, the air turned chilly and dry; a far cry from the warm, humid air from the depths of their birthplace.

SCHWING

Blud screeched in pain as a dagger sliced into his back, the leading goblin stumbled forwards as he reeled away, searching for what had attacked him. Steal peeled his eyes away from his injured kin after a brief moment, screeching at Blud "You okay? Adventurer? Find him, get him!" The goblin span around as his foe quickly closed in; Steal swung his wooden staff like a bludgeon at the approaching human; wood hit iron as the rogue parried the goblin's wild swing. The frail goblin tried to let out a surprised growl but was cut short as his opponent's free hand wrapped around his skinny throat, squeezing as the creature instinctively tried to breathe in, to no avail.

You are suffocating

-2% HP/s

As Steal gasped for air, the rogue was forced to let go, his wounded brother came running, bloodied muscles on his shoulder rippling as he swung his blade desperately overhead, trying to bring the iron sword down into the rogue's midsection. A tried and true attack. Against a frail, surprised buffoon. The dexterous rogue stepped backwards, letting only the tip of the relatively short blade stroke gently against his leather cuirass, the sword caught on the thick leather of one of the rogue's many belts and sliced it in two, a number of odd-looking flasks and trinkets clattered to the ground.

As Richard was moving to dodge Blud's swing, Steal caught his breath, coughing viciously before dropping his looted staff and leaping at the pre-occupied rogue. With the rogue already moving, the goblin's light and gnarled body were just enough to make him stumble back further. Due to an incredible stroke of luck, the rogue caught his foot on one of the many small recesses in the cave floor, tripping backwards and landing on his ass. Blud took advantage of the slight opportunity that Steal had given him, he raised his shortsword again, dashed forwards and brought it down towards his somewhat immobilised foe.

A flash of steel and blood was drawn. The goblin's blade clattered to the ground and Blud looked wide-eyed at his downed foe, the man's arm was extended, and for some reason, the knife he had been holding was no longer in his hand. It took the relatively moronic creature a moment to realise what had happened, and another moment for its body to process the deep slash that sliced a bloodied gash across the goblin's now-torn jugular.

Steal watched his companion let out a defiant, wretched gurgle as a spurt of crimson erupted from his neck; then silence, interrupted by the rogue's chuckle.

"Dun Dun Dun, and another one bites the dust."