On a hill of a stronghold, bows wrapped on their bodies, they look out to sea, the sky filled with dark clouds, thunder sounding into their ears, their deformed bodies dressed in armour, old fashioned and modern, some yawning in boredom, another usual day. But comes one man that sees them slacking, frustrated by how these savages are unable to keep vigilant, seeing as some of them have even started drinking, grabbing the bottle from its hand and throwing it away into the ocean.

"By the almighty gods, a war could break out in any minute, and here you all are sitting on your asses like that's what we're paying you your women and food to do!!" The man complains, kicking the goblin in its side, right off its seat. "Get up! Keep vigilant! When they arrive, we will be the first to be attacked, and if they catch us off guard, we're good as dead within 15 minutes!"

Their faces screwed, they do as the man say, but not without their resentment, miserable, a lot of them only yearning to have more fun with the captives of women they've captured, their minds fogged with the thoughts of their soft bodies, rounded breasts they want to press their faces on, and the tightness and warmth of between their thighs, these monsters growing impatient, believing that the men have been keeping them for themselves as these days, they haven't touched or even seen one. And looking out of a pair of binoculars, one goblin sighs, nothing out at sea but the dark sky and rough waves that eventually come crashing at the black shore. And by the reign of thunder, it squints its eyes, as in that empty scene, it witnesses a strange occurrence of rhythms that looks to be a dance of what seems to be glass moving around the air as he pays close attention, their movements barely noticed. So it goes downstairs to the man who sits playing with his radio, gesturing to the man to follow him back to his post. Taking the binoculars, wondering what the goblin is seeing, taking his time, he focuses on the vast sea, he sees it, the movement of what seems to be glass, his jaw dropped, perplexed on what it could be.

"No...Impossible..." He mutters, quickly drawing from one of the goblins its bow and an arrow he aligns to the sky, letting it go straight into the scene, the arrow suddenly just disappearing in front of his eyes, his heart sank as he begins to comprehend what is happening, as in his ears, he begins to hear the rhythm of music, the goblins taking note of it as well, confused about where it's coming from.

And might goes the thunder once more, and behold to them a spree of cannons and magic projectiles that come flying towards them, a great amount of their fort already damaged, with a good portion of their soldiers injured and killed off already, the man beheld, as through that sea of glass, comes out warships on the sea and aircraft in the sky, with one of these ships, Arwyn with his sword of light drawn, accompanied by a pack of spellcasters who aided him in casting that massive spell the man sees through his binoculars, shocked on the magnitude of the illusion that was cast on an entire army that has gotten so close to their territory without anyone realizing.

"What are you all doing??!" The man shouts at the goblins, sparks of flames on their fort. "Arrows, upfront! Now!!"

Scrambled and in chaos, the goblins struggle in getting geared up, some not even properly attired, their weapons in hand, but their souls shook, a direct contrast to the warriors who come to pay them a visit, a smirk on their face like a devil's, with one of these ships, a captain who passes by his subordinates, Eyvind who laughs as he goes up front, looking up to the sky to the dance of lightning above, the beat of thunder like drums as they get closer to the enemies.

"Listen, lads and lasses!! It is the Goddess of Thunder, Mógnor! The thunder is the beating of her drums she plays for us! The gods are with us, do you hear? They are with us!!!"~ Captain Eyvind

The army of Verencia roars, their numbers like a quake that shakes the enemies fort with crows flying high, the goblins seeing it as a sign of absolute death for them as they watch as the ships embark on their land, metal bridges digging into the black sand, the leader of the goblins completely at a lost, wondering where it all went wrong, as he clearly remembers the intel of spies in Verencia telling them they wouldn't attack until next week, his arm grabbed by one of the goblins, looking over to where it points, the building holding the supplies of food and transport burning, and atop of it, the antenna that connects them to the other points of the island destroyed, the man dropping his hands to the stone wall atop the fort, realizing that they knew exactly where to hit, understanding that they're intel team was sabotaged, but so he clears his mind, getting rid of his thoughts to run or surrender, understanding that if they get through too easily, then they'll be demolished in under two day.

"Draw!!" He commands the goblins. "Aim! Hold!!"

"Do you see them! Look at how cowardly they scramble in the presence of our might! Do you know why they are like this?! Because they are not true warriors! Because all they do is sabotage, cheat and steal! But finally, the arbiter of justice has at last caught up with these savages! The fools they are! I say look at them! Now roar! With the thunder by our side! Roar!!!"

And again they roar, their voice a unified strength, their feet on the land of the enemies, above they see a rain of arrows, and cast are a blockade of shields by the priest and priestesses, and up into the stronghold the troopers march, the look on their faces like hungry lions as they meet the first of the goblins they cleave through, easily cutting them down who fear their might like the judgment of the universe upon them, these savages certainly afraid as they scramble, some with their legs shaking, pissing themselves, the man grabbing onto one of them with a small paper in his hand.

"Quick! You need to run as fast as you can to the next stronghold. It is a couple of hours from here, but you can make it, because if they make it before you, we'll lose this war by the next morning, and you can kiss your fun time with the captives goodbye. So, We cannot waste time! Do you hear me?!!" The man shakes the goblin who nods furiously. "Go! Now!!"

Escaping through a small pathway where it climbs down, it escapes the battle, looking back to the slaughter of its kin, their screams of terror hollowed in its head as it runs away, quick on its feet, not looking back once again. And as the leader had predicted, in only 30 minutes, what seemed like an eternity of hell for the enemies finally concludes, one goblin gone crazy, laughing hysterically as over it, is the sword of a Verencian that comes swinging down, lopping its head off, dropping its body that flails like a headless chicken to the floor.

"Damn it! That was sloppy!" The soldier flashes his sword of goblin blood, his companions laughing at his frustration of not getting a clean cut. "Next one!"

And with this soldier lopping the head of the remaining goblins, by another section, is Commander Vernon, Vice Commander Gunnar and the captains, with the head of this fort tied in a corner, his mouth filled with a rag and head bloodied.

"So, Commander, what's our next move, eh?" Arwyn asks.

"Our next will be getting past the next fort. Thanks to our successful sneak attack, they won't know of us coming! But it is after that," Vernon points to a particular part of the map of where it's located. "The fort may cause trouble with us passing an army as big as our through it, so this is the plan"

***

And within the next couple of hours, down through the land marches a small unit of soldiers, but just some time away from them, is the goblin that had escaped its fate, its scrawny hands banging away at the gates of the fort, its gates opened to it that rushes in, shouting at top of its voice to the other goblins who listen in shock and fear, the men there confused on what it's saying, but clear it becomes as it runs up to one of them, giving to them the paper it was tasked to deliver, the man who reads it crumbling it with his head wobbled, the feeling of stress taking over him, turning to his brothers, the sense of hope lost in his eyes.

"They've already invaded...the first fort has fallen..." The man tells them.

"That's impossible!! Intel said they wouldn't attack until next week! W-Were they sabotaged??" A second holds his head, wondering how long until they've reached this one as well.

"Get to the radio, and inform the commander," A third comes, cigarette lit in his mouth as he sighs, the second doing as he says.

"And what will we do?" The first man asks, and by him saying, he gets his answer, as on the outside of the fort, marched are the soldiers of Verencia they hear, the goblins of the fort taken aback, as over the hill they come, a tank at their side.

"We fight..." The third tells them, a common from the tank hitting apart of their fort cleanly, rubbles of destruction collapsing onto the goblins, some crushed beneath the weight of stones, their blood splatter across, the man flashing his hand out, fire in his eyes. "Close the gate!! Take your positions!! Move!! Move!! Move!!!"

And so they do, as lined up at every wall at front, and some at the gate that they bar, the soldiers of Verencia quickly ducking behind cover as again comes a rain of arrows, the Verencians ready to move again as it finishes, with the tank blasting at the iron gate, the captain of this unit startled as he looks above once more as a new wave of goblins appears with the arrow users ducking.

"Take cover! Now!" He commands, as atop the wall, comes a rain of bullets this time, these goblins using actual guns they quickly begin to work on to reload. "Muskets!"

Like a loop, the bow users and musketeers work hand in hand, not allowing them to move on, the tank still working on the metal gate intact even with all the cannons it has taken, then the captain realizes that a charm must have been placed onto it for more endurance, looking up to the endless stream of bullets and arrows, taking out his radio, also seeing as one of his subordinates has been shot.

"Tch...not as easy as I thought it would be...Tank unit! Ease up on the gate, focus your fire atop the wall!" The captain orders, so they do, the turret of their tank slowly lift to the top, meeting eyes with the muskets who freeze up, the smile wiped off their faces, getting a cannon that rips them apart, the tank taking shots at every part of the wall, slowing down their attack which gives them the chance to return even more fire.

"Unit A, with me. Tank unit, get back on that gate!!" He commands.

And with a unit of 100 men, the captain makes his way to the wall atop to at ease, using the natural terrain to get there, followed by his unit as well, meeting at the wall goblin who turn their attentions to them, the captain greeting them with a spray of his gun, mowing them down, fighting his way down the stairs to the main area, apart of his unit taking the other flanks, the men of the goblins shouting for them to hold, but short is that order as bursting through the gate, is the tank that finally pushes up into base, the leader hissing as he thinks to make a tough decision, raising his hand to the air.

"Retreat!! Retreat!!!" He shouts, and out at the back the goblins pour, fear in their eyes, spit dangling from their mouths, the man seeing as the Verencian forces keep still, not giving chase, hissing once more at their embarrassing loss and drive away in trucks and horses.

***

"Good job, soldiers," Commander Vernon nods, coming off the call with the captain. "And now we wait..."

***

Weapons still in their hands, still on their feet and vigilant, it's been hours since they've taken the fort, and over the hill they see them, the enemy coming back with stronger force, reinforcements at their back, their own tank with them as well, the leaders having rage in their eyes, as they scream to boost the morale of their troops, the Verencicans putting up a fight, defending their catch, but quickly overwhelmed they are, more numbers on the enemies side, the captain calling for a retreat with some men not making it out so lucky, injured or unconscious as they're carried by their mates. And back to the camp they reach, the captain giving a salute to his commander as his unit is cared for.

"Give them time, we have all day, after all," Vernon says, looking to the sky as thunder goes off.