No more firebombs . . . this might take a while . . .

Zane slowly walked around the large boulder they were hiding behind to get a better view of the goblin camp. It was similar to the last one, surrounded by a wooden wall, many fur tents and wooden contraptions inside and in the back was a large hollowed out area in the mountainside, inside that were the goblin lords and the breeders. Large creatures with pale green skin, a fat stomach with a mouth in it, their heads seemed too small for their bodies and didn't have a mouth, but their ears were far larger than those of usual goblins, their legs were small but muscular and their arms short and useless. The mouths in their stomachs were surrounded by blood and some innards were hanging out between their teeth.

Zane could hear one of the guards throw up behind him.

"Ready?" Zane asked without paying it any mind.

The guard wiped the vomit away from his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Yes," both of them answered, hesitantly.

Zane smiled and began sneaking towards the wooden wall, hiding in bushes to approach unseen. The guards following after him tried their best to stay silent even with their heavy armours. They quickly reached the wooden wall and the guards waited for Zane's signal.

If we storm them the goblin lords and hobs will swarm us together with the small ones . . . they also shouldn't know that their king is dead . . . meaning some might try to escape to get back up. This really isn't optimal at all. If I had known about this camp sooner this would have been far easier.

Zane turned to the two guards.

"Watch out for those that try to escape, I'll take care of the rest," Zane said.

Both guards nodded in agreement, although a bit reluctantly. Zane then sneaked closer to the gate that was to their right, leaned against it and pushed it open. The head of every goblin, hobgoblin, goblin lord and goblin breeder turned to the three people that had just invaded the camp. All five of the goblin breeders let out a high pitched, eardrum-shattering scream. The horde of small goblins all began slowly approaching them, the hobgoblins joined in shortly after and the four goblin lords all positioned themselves in front of the breeders. From behind the breeders, Zane could hear a quiet cackling.

So that's where the high sorcerer is . . . best take care of that one as soon as possible.

Zane drew the sword he had taken from the goblin king. At the sight of the sword, the goblin lord's eyes widened and the look on their grotesque faces changed from amusement to hatred. The four creatures began screaming loudly, Zane could see the spit flying out of their mouths, past their sharp teeth.

With those screams, the normal goblins and hobs began charging at them at high speed. The first goblin that reached Zane tried to ram its dagger into Zane's eyes by jumping at his face. Zane in response swung his sword upwards, cutting the goblin in half. He grabbed the dagger mid-air and threw it straight at the next goblin, letting it sink deep into its head. Then he jumped back to the guards.

"Javelin," Zane demanded, reaching out to the guards with one hand.

One of the guards took a javelin from his back and handed it to Zane who almost immediately hurled it towards the head of the goblin high sorcerer which had appeared behind one of the breeders. But right before it could pierce right through the high sorcerers head the breeder behind which the high sorcerer was hiding rolled out its long tongue and caught the javelin mid-air, breaking it with its tongue and then consuming it as if it was food.

Just great. Guess I'll have to charge through all of this to take care of that nuisance.

Zane took a deep breath and ran towards the approaching goblin horde. The two guards behind him had both drawn their swords and prepared themselves to take on the approaching goblins. Zane managed to cut himself a path right through the horde of goblins. Whenever a goblin came close to him he cut off its head, or an arm or just a leg. It seemed more like he was cutting through a field of high grass than through a horde of living and breathing creatures, each with a weapon and some kind of armour.

After a short while, Zane had managed to cut his way all the way to the back of the horde where the hobgoblins were waiting for him. The first one tried to punch him with its fist. Zane leaned to the side and cut off the hobs arm with one arching swing from above and then kicked the same hob in the one next to it, throwing both of them to the ground.

But there was no time to rest. The next hobgoblin had already lifted up its greatsword above its head and was ready to bring it down. To dodge it Zane stepped to the side and swung his own blade against the hobgoblin's throwing the creature off balance which he used to kick it to the ground and then stab through the throat. Zane's blade was almost completely covered in blood. He grabbed the greatsword the hobgoblin had, spun around and let go of the blade, hurling it at the goblin high sorcerer. But again the attack was stopped by one of the breeders. It simply opened its massive mouth and caught the spinning greatsword mid-air with its large, sharp teeth. When the breeder bit down the blade shattered.

Well, shit.

Zane had again no time to properly prepare himself before the next hob barely missed him with its club. He stepped on the club that had been buried in the ground and cut of the hobgoblin's head with a swift swing of his sword. The hobs body sank to the ground quickly as blood came gushing out of the wound.

The two last hobs were simultaneously charging at him. Zane dodged the first swing of a blade by ducking down and the second swing from the hammer of the other hob by swinging his sword against it. He then kicked the one with the sword in the head, crushing its skull beneath his foot and then turned around, using the momentum to swing at the other hob, cutting its head off with one fast attack.

Takes care of these fucks.

The goblin lords looked at him with anger and two of the four approached him. As soon as they got close to him the ground began shaking.

Of course.

The earth began splitting in a circle around them and massive rock walls rose up from the ground, caging Zane in together with the two goblin lords. Both of the creatures began laughing and smiling at him, showing their sharp teeth, they began flexing their muscles and swinging around their weapons. But to their surprise Zane smiled back at them, he smiled back at them with a crazy-ish smile that made them retreat a bit.

"I've got enough of you fucks!" Zane yelled. "You might think I'm caught in here with you two-" He began swinging around his sword, "-but you two are caught in here with me!"

Zane charged at the two goblin lords, the sword at the ready to cut open the stomach of the one to his right. With a wide arching swing, Zane attacked, grazing the stomach of one of the two goblin lords enough to make it bleed like crazy. He then dodged the swing from above with a club from the other one by jumping back. The goblin lord he had cut sank to one knee and Zane stared at both of them with a crazed look on his face.

He let old memories run rampant in his mind, memories of encounters with the church of argider. Hatred and anger had always been the best fuel for a fight against creatures like goblins.

Why didn't I do this when fighting the king?

"I'm such an idiot sometimes," Zane said to no one in particular.

The goblin lord that was still standing screamed at him, spit flying everywhere. Afterwards, it charged at Zane, its club raised high. He stepped to the side and spun, kicking it in the back with all his momentum. The goblin lord fell to the ground and Zane buried his sword deep within the back of the goblin lords neck, making it break through the skin on the other side. It was covered entirely in blood.

Zane grabbed the club out of the dead lord's hand and walked over to the one who had sunk to the ground before. It had recovered but still had trouble standing, needing to constantly put pressure on the wound with one arm. The goblin lord slowly began retreating as Zane approached it, smiling at it with the large club resting on his shoulder. But it quickly hit the wall created by the high sorcerer.

On the goblin lords face was a look of fear as Zane brought down the club, smashing its face in like a fruit, blood splattering every, covering the club, the wall and some even getting onto Zane.

Pathetic.

Zane looked around his stone prison for some way to escape.

Now how do I get out . . . how do I get out?

He began smashing the club against the stone wall which slowly began cracking, but so did the wooden club. But Zane kept on smashing against the wall. After a while, the club broke apart, but he had managed to smash a small hole into the wall. Zane grabbed the greatsword of the goblin lord close to him and began using it to widen the hole in the wall. After some time Zane created a hole large enough to get out of his prison. It was already dark and the moon was almost right above them, it had a slightly red shine to it.

Moon of Abaddon eh? Didn't even notice last night. That means it's already passed . . . and Vin didn't even visit.

Zane began laughing as he walked around the round stone prison. The horde of goblins was almost completely massacred and both of the guards were still alive, cutting up every goblin that got close.

"Ah, sir Reaper, you're fine," one of them said.

"We heard you yelling in there, did something happens?" the other asked.

Zane shook his head before he swung his greatsword in a wide arch, taking out multiple goblins.

Now time to take on the breeders . . . hope that high sorcerer fuck starved by now.

Zane slowly walked around the circular prison again, to the other side where the breeders were. The last two goblin lords were still protecting them with their bodies and the high sorcerer was still hiding behind one of them.

Little shit's still alive.

He slowly approached the goblin lords that were pointing their two greatswords at him. The goblin high sorcerer was already lifting up the orb he had, it was of a brownish colour with some grey accents. But before he could activate it a javelin flew past Zane, past the tongue of the breeder that was trying to catch it and shattered the orb of the high sorcerer.

"Don't underestimate us, Reaper," one of the guards said.

Zane smiled as he looked over his shoulder and nodded. The two remaining goblin lords screamed and charged at him, their greatswords held above their heads. He smiled at them as he began running towards them, greatsword held close to his body. When he got close enough he thrust it forwards, right into the stomach of one of them, then jumped up, forcing the one he had stabbed to the ground and avoiding the attack of the other one at the same time. He quickly was upside down and forced his feet to go downwards, making him land on the goblin lords stomach and making it spit out blood. Zane buried his greatsword deeper within the stomach of the goblin lord and then quickly grabbed its greatsword.

Just in time to block the attack of the other one, another overhead strike. He let the sword slide off to the side and swung his greatsword at the goblin lord, cutting into its throat. The goblin lord's lifeless body sank to the ground immediately and it dropped its greatsword to the ground.

Zane picked it up and began approaching the five breeders, the goblin high sorcerer still hiding behind one of them. But now he had two greatswords, both resting on a shoulder. All five of the breeders began screaming with their high pitched, eardrum-shattering voices again. Zane's head began to hurt but he powered through it, forcing himself to remember more and more encounters with the church of Argider, making him angrier and angrier. He was sure that some of the memories weren't even real but as long as it fired him up he didn't care.

With a jump, he began his attack. He brought down both greatswords onto the closest breeder, cutting through its shoulders and deep into its fat body. As he jumped off the creature its body began collapsing, innards, blood, shit, vomit, bones, limbs, half-formed and grotesque goblin bodies along with a few fully formed but lifeless ones began gushing out of the creature like liquid out of a cup that had fallen over. The smell nearly made Zane throw up and he could hear one of the guards actually throwing up somewhere in the back.

The goblin high sorcerer stared at Zane from behind the breeder with fear on its face. Zane stared back with a smile on his face and his eyes opened wide as he began charging at the breeder the high sorcerer was hiding behind.

A tongue quickly approached him, trying to wrap itself around his body so the breeder could devour him. Zane threw one of the greatswords at it, giving it a spin. The weapon hit the middle of the tongue cutting it into two layers and then being stopped by the teeth of the breeder. He could see a few thick veins appearing around its mouth as blood came gushing out of its tongue. Zane began running even faster and swung the greatsword in a wide arch once he got close enough to the breeder, bending his body at the same time to avoid the tongues of two others. With his attack, he cut open the creature's stomach, and just like with the last one a disgusting mass of blood, innards, limbs, bones and such came gushing out.

The goblin high sorcerer looked at Zane with shock on its face as it began crawling away, no way to defend itself. Zane jumped over the breeder corpse and brought down the greatsword as he landed, cutting into the skull of the high sorcerer.

High sorcerer down, two breeders down, three left.

Zane turned around and looked at the three remaining goblin breeders. Their mouths were wide open, saliva dripping out of them and their tongues pulled back, ready to rush at him at any moment. He glanced over to where the two guards were, they had finished killing all of the small goblins and were slowly approaching them. Zane made the movement one would make when throwing a javelin as a signal to attack. Both of them took their last javelins and hurled them at the breeders from behind. One of them was pierced through its back and the javelin came out through its mouth, killing the breeder. The second javelin wasn't fast enough to hit and was noticed by one of them. As soon as a breeder noticed it caught the javelin with its tongue and devoured it.

Zane used that short moment to charge at the breeder as it was breaking the javelin between its teeth to charge at it. Along the way he jumped up to dodge the tongue of the other breeder and swung his greatsword at the head of the occupied breeder, cutting deeper than he thought, splitting the entire creature in half. The greatsword shattered into pieces.

Well fuck.

He jumped away from the disgusting mass, in that moment he felt something wrap around his body. It was the tongue of the other goblin breeder and it was reeling him in like a fish, saliva dripping from its mouth in anticipation.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Alright, what can I do . . . what can . . . that might work.

Zane put a hand in his satchel and rummaged through it until he found a small vial. He pulled it out. It was filled with a bright red liquid. Once the breeder had reeled him in close enough he opened the vial and splashed the liquid into the breeder's mouth. For a few seconds, nothing happened. But then the breeder began choking and spitting out whatever was inside its stomach, innards, goblin bodies, limbs, bones and such. It even let go of Zane, making him fall to the ground. He used that opportunity to run towards the javelin that had been used to destroy the goblin high sorcerer's orb before. It was stuck in the wall of the hollowed-out area. He grabbed it, jumped up, turned mid-air and used the momentum to throw it at the breeder. The javelin went straight through its mouth and it pierced all the way through its back, flying out the other side and straight into the wooden wall of the camp.

The goblin breeder sank to the ground, more of the disgusting mass gushing out of its mouth.

Might not be that bad that witchcraft hurts the user as well . . . this might come in useful later on.

"Sir Reaper, are you alright?" one of the guards asked.

Both of them were approaching Zane, who had sat down, leaning against the wall of the hollowed-out area. He nodded in response to the question of the guard.

"We should leave this place, we have some tents in the satchels the horses were carrying so let's return there," one of the guards suggested.

Zane slowly stood up, using the wall to support himself and nodded. Together the three returned to the forest and walked through it. The moon wandered across the sky, slowly but surely beginning to disappear behind the mountain tops. After a while they reached the path again, their horses all still there, bound to a broken fence.

"We didn't leave them like this!" one of the guards said, hectically looking around.

"Yo, Z," someone said from behind them.

It was a familiar voice. Zane began smiling as soon as he heard it.