Snarling and hissing, the animalistic Goblin warriors watch the advancing warrior-women with vicious glee. While individually cowardly, when in numbers their malice grows to eclipse their fear. They are eager to spill Elven blood, to slice Elven flesh and hear Elven screams.
Almost at the gates, the brave Glade Knights struggle to maintain their formation as Goblin arrows pelt down at them. Choking on the filthy arrow-head that’s pierced her, Aelwen stumbles aside and falls in the scrubby grass, brought down mere meters from her goal. In the shield-wall, Seren and her sisters grip their shields tighter, the stink of Goblins assailing their keen Elven senses just as the creatures’ rabid shrieks and coarse taunts assault their ears, with no lesser fury than the arrows that clatter and clang against their shields.
In the front rank, Briallen sinks to her knees, her aristocratic Elven features screwed up in pain as she clutches at the arrow that has slipped through the gap between two shields to bury its head in her belly. As she falls on her face in the dirt, Seren realises that the shield-wall has served their purposes well enough, and they are close enough to charge.
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