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A rain of fiery arrows prevented the slow hobgoblins from getting close to the villagers armed with bows and crossbows. Thanks to the mercenaries, their more agile and faster companions were defeated, and there was no one left to cope with the task at hand. In the end, the surviving hobgoblins lost their nerve and retreated back into the darkness of the cave.
— Well, what a mess, — Archer1, who had recently been talking with Atarax, kicked Asterion, who was lying at his feet, — is this really what you wanted?
— You didn't do anything at all, — the woman, who had been hiding until now, waved her hand dismissively, — that brute took him down herself, — she sat down next to Guy and began to treat his wounds. — I don't know what they were arguing about, but given who this mare had to deal with, such an outcome is not surprising, although I didn't expect such a result right in the middle of the battle...
— Eh?.. Didn't you want to kill him?
— That's exactly what I wanted, but this bastard hasn't suffered enough yet.
Guy, who now had one eye missing thanks to Gulveig, came to his senses only to be shoved into the goblin lair, and then the passage was collapsed behind him.
— It was high time to do that. — Said one of the crossbowmen.
— Guys... — Two-Handed Sword1, like many of those gathered, felt uneasy. — Are you sure this is a good idea? What if... Well, what if someone else survived?
— Come on. — Archer1 disagreed. — Even if someone survived, they will only be happy to end their suffering. Well, madam, uh, what was your name again?
— Fortuna.
— Yeah, right... — It was obviously a fake name, but the guy didn't insist. Instead, he looked at her beautiful figure, wrapped in a long cloak.
— Don't even think about it, or you and your friends won't see any reward. Remember our agreement... Instead, let there be a consolation prize. — The woman stabilized Gulveig and Veritta, who was now missing one of her arms. — Here, have fun.
— Okay, guys, let's go! — Archer1 clapped his hands energetically and, taking the stranger by the arm, to her obvious displeasure, headed towards the village, where he was apparently supposed to receive money. — Just leave me something, ha-ha!
Archer1 and "Fortuna" leave.
Some time passes, somewhere beyond the walls of the cave, Guy fights with its inhabitants, and the villagers, meanwhile, get busy and divide the mercenaries who have already come to their senses, preparing to taste the forbidden fruit... The smell of burning is felt in the air, red flames are seen, and then the smell of burnt flesh hits the nostrils. With each flash of the fiery saber, the number of villagers decreases irreversibly, the ropes that held the captives burn away. When there are no more opponents left, the owner of the sword throws off her cloak so that the pair of mercenaries can cover themselves. In the stranger, Gulveig recognizes one of her sisters.
A rain of fiery arrows prevented the slow hobgoblins from getting close to the villagers armed with bows and crossbows. Thanks to the mercenaries, their more agile and faster companions were defeated, and there was no one left to cope with the task at hand. In the end, the surviving hobgoblins lost their nerve and retreated back into the darkness of the cave.
— Well, what a mess, — Archer1, who had recently been talking with Atarax, kicked Asterion, who was lying at his feet, — is this really what you wanted?
— You didn't do anything at all, — the woman, who had been hiding until now, waved her hand dismissively, — that brute took him down herself, — she sat down next to Guy and began to treat his wounds. — I don't know what they were arguing about, but given who this mare had to deal with, such an outcome is not surprising, although I didn't expect such a result right in the middle of the battle...
— Eh?.. Didn't you want to kill him?
— That's exactly what I wanted, but this bastard hasn't suffered enough yet.
Guy, who now had one eye missing thanks to Gulveig, came to his senses only to be shoved into the goblin lair, and then the passage was collapsed behind him.
— It was high time to do that. — Said one of the crossbowmen.
— Guys... — Two-Handed Sword1, like many of those gathered, felt uneasy. — Are you sure this is a good idea? What if... Well, what if someone else survived?
— Come on. — Archer1 disagreed. — Even if someone survived, they will only be happy to end their suffering. Well, madam, uh, what was your name again?
— Fortuna.
— Yeah, right... — It was obviously a fake name, but the guy didn't insist. Instead, he looked at her beautiful figure, wrapped in a long cloak.
— Don't even think about it, or you and your friends won't see any reward. Remember our agreement... Instead, let there be a consolation prize. — The woman stabilized Gulveig and Veritta, who was now missing one of her arms. — Here, have fun.
— Okay, guys, let's go! — Archer1 clapped his hands energetically and, taking the stranger by the arm, to her obvious displeasure, headed towards the village, where he was apparently supposed to receive money. — Just leave me something, ha-ha!
Archer1 and "Fortuna" leave.
Some time passes, somewhere beyond the walls of the cave, Guy fights with its inhabitants, and the villagers, meanwhile, get busy and divide the mercenaries who have already come to their senses, preparing to taste the forbidden fruit... The smell of burning is felt in the air, red flames are seen, and then the smell of burnt flesh hits the nostrils. With each flash of the fiery saber, the number of villagers decreases irreversibly, the ropes that held the captives burn away. When there are no more opponents left, the owner of the sword throws off her cloak so that the pair of mercenaries can cover themselves. In the stranger, Gulveig recognizes one of her sisters.