the beasts in the forest (open)

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien saw samuel easily climb the tree and he swiftly climbed over and silently dropped next to him. he looked around to see if anyone saw him move. No one did, much to his releif.

"So what the hell are those things?" He whispered, lips barely moving. "And what do we do once he gives this signal that we will apparently know?"

He hoped Wompy was allright buried underground, and hoped that none of the grotesque things would walk over where Wompy was buried.

[wompy]

If almost on cue the goblins started to move ovr to the spot where wompy was buried, but soon they had passed over him and started to move onward still searching the camp. Then an ear splitting roar came from behind them, the goblins turned to see wompy rising out of the ground like a demon from hell, he ran toward them swinging his huge maces. Smashing one in the face killing him instanly, turning quickly he ramed his head into the stomach of another larger goblin knocking him down onto the ground. after bringing down both maces into the goblins head wompy shouted "this would be your cue."

[thedookienut]

Samuel glanced over his shoulder as the loud of leave rustling came closer. He watched as Damien dropped onto the branch. He quickly diverted his gaze to the goblins , making sure they hadn't seen them.

"Goblins, I think. They look foul enough." He shuddered, unable to look at them for too long. This was turning out to be an interested day.

On Wompy's cue, he looked over at Damien and nodded. "That." He smiled, just as Wompy shouted to them. He dropped from the tree, crashing his sword against a goblin's armor.

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien quickly climbed up three branches higher, cscanning the pack of goblins. Then he found what he was looking for. Their leader stood in the epicenter of the chaos, a bit taller than the others and just as nasty. It held a longsword and was well-armored, but after a moment he saw the goblin's weakness. The back of it's head and it's neck was where they were most protecting.

He placed one hand over the wound on his side, which had finally stopped bleeding, though he suspected it would not stay that way. With a sigh, he drew his sword and leapt off of the branch, flying through the air to land on who he figured was the leader.

He began a vigil ov viscious stabs and hacks, but was thrown off. He recovered quickly, though, and dodged a swing to his head.

[thedookienut]

The goblin stood nearly 7 inch taller than him and looked twice as scary. He swung his sword again, turning and kicking it in the stomach. It stepped back, grabbing his foot as Samuel's kick got close to him. Samuel struggled hoping to force his foot from the goblin's grip. The goblin looked from his foot to Samuel and grinned.

A foul crack sounded from inside the creatures' hands. Samuel yelled in pain as it dropped his foot to the ground . He stumbled forwards, trying to swing for the goblin on one foot. He lifted his sword up and crashed it down on the goblin's skull. Both of them fell, though one through unconsciousness and the other through not being able to stand any longer.

[wompy]

Wompy was enjoying himself, he had killed 4 goblins alreaady and was about to finish off another one. he brought his mace into the wrecthed creature's neck and watched as the thing fell screaming, grinning ear to ear he roared ferociously and began to chrage into the pack striking down any goblin that came near him. he spotted Damien fighting the leader and decided that he would let Damien have that kill and not intrued.

[thedookienut]

Samuel shuffled to his feet, propping himself up against a battered corpse. He used as Much strength as he dared and swung for a goblin. He dug his sword into its stomach as it ran closer. He pushed it through before dragging it back. A gasp escaped from its lips and it dropped to the ground.

While he had the chance, he glanced down at his foot. It seemed swollen and sore. He couldn't move it. He gripped his ankle tightly and prepared from more pain. He quickly snapped his bone back, helping it a little. It seemed broken, though it looked okay.

He turned his attention back to the fight. Watching as Wompy fought with a crazed look in his eye, he rose to his feet, limping towards a tree.

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien grinned savagely as he peirced the goblin's armor with his sword. It's blood spurted out, coating him and the ground around him. He watched the leader fall and glanced over at Wompy, who seemed to be enjoying the fight as much as he was. Damien was slightly dissapointed the lead goblin hd not put up much of a fight. He seemed well enough armed and armored.

As their leader fell, all hell broke loose. The ordered ranks and files of the goblins became a screaming mass and they attacked everyone, including their own if they got in the way.

Then he saw Samuel. He hopped on one foot, the other was obviously broken. It was swollen and already a nasty purpleish hue. Damien ran to him, genuine concern sparked in his eyes.

"Samuel, what happened? Are you allright?" He asked, hacking behind him and lopping off the head of the goblin who came. It was followed by three more, who he turned to face. They attacked, and yet five more were upon them as he slaughtered the first one.

"Samuel, stay behind me and watch my back. You can do that sitting, or at east propped up against a tree right? When these things are dead, we can find you help." He killed two more, and three more took their place. Damien felt sweat drip down his face, and he grinned solomnly.

They surrounded Samuel and Damien. They were far outnumbered, the battle was hopeless. He fell to his knees, knowing Smuel and him may very well die. But he would not give up. He would fight until his last breath was taken from his lungs.

[thedookienut]

Samuel glanced up, noticing Damien rushing towards him. He didn't look hurt, just covered in blood, which was a good thing since he probably couldn't deal with another wound. He leant back against the tree, sharing his weight between the tree and his non broken foot.

"I'm fine.." He replied, wincing a little. He ducked his head as Damien swung his sword behind him. The sight of more goblins and the raging mess depressed him. When they gathered round them both, there was a slim chance of their survivle.

He nodded breifly; grabbed his sword and prepared for whatever onslaught he was about to encounter. He took deep breaths, trying to cancel out the pain of his foot.

"Where's Wompy?" He asked, forcing out the words between breaths. "We need him." He added. Loud ringing noises flooded through his ears, causing him to wince more. He could hear a few laughs from the goblins as he skrewed his eyes shut with pain.

[wompy]

Wompy charged into the laughing goblins with a fury that would put hell to shame, he smashed his head into the back of the first goblin so hard that he heard it break. immedeatley he bit inot the neck of the goblin to the side of him then ripped a peice out. he started to lash out with his mace ferociously.

[thedookienut]

Samuel closed his eyes, jerking them open as the sound of a bone breaking. He glanced towards the sound, smiling when he saw Wompy. He pushed around the tree further, avoiding the spray as Wompy bit into its neck. He glanced round at Damien. He wondered if they really would die now.

He slipped down to the ground, grabbing his sword and thrusting it towards the closest goblin he could reach. He yelped as his ankle clicked. He swung against another's knees, knocking it down.

He pulled himself back up the trunk of the tree, trying to stand up properly. He gripped a low branch, finally standing, though he wasn't stood properly.

[wompy]

the goblins were beginning to get frightend they saw that wompy wasn't tiring and was decimating everything in sight, one brave goblins shot him in the arm with an arrow. wompy ran up tho the golin ripped out the arrow from his arm and jammed it into the goblin. the goblins were terrified now they began to retreat with wopy hot on their heels

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien got up slowly from where he had been slammed to the ground, a cut on his head from a rock but otherwise unhurt. Wompy had come...they might survive now, just maybe.

Damien looked for his sword, which he realised had been tossed twenty yards away when he was hit. He glnced at Wompy, who fought with his bare hands.
If he can do it, I can do it, He thought, and plunged into the mass on writhing bodies.

He figured out that many of them were retreating, but about a quarter of them chost to gallantly stay and fight. Damien lunged for one, snapping it's neck, and took another step back, carefful not to stray from Samuel in case he should get hurt worse. He lunges for another, savagely tearing at it's eyes. Once it was blind he tore it's jaws open, breaking both of them, and deliverd fatal blow to the neck. He laughed as it fell, a gleam in his eye only present during the thrill of battle

Wompy began chasing them off as he and samuel fought them back. Damien was covered in blood-he didn't know how much of it was his, or even if he was hurt. He was so focused on the fight that he paid no attention to his wounds. He glanced at Samuel breifly, making sure he was still okay, then killed another that was creeping up from behind, impaling it on a outcropping tree branch.

[thedookienut]

Samuel stabled himself and swung for another. He managed to catch it, causing it to head towards him. Quickly, he brought his sword round and crushed its head with the handle.

He noticed a bow and swiftly grabbed it. Honestly, he wasn't much better with a bow than he was with a sword. He loaded it and aimed for one of the retreating goblins. Ne released the bow and watched the arrow soar through the air and land in the creature's side. It fell and wriggled around.

He loaded and fired again and again until he ran out of arrow s. He reached for his sword and looked as Wompy and Damien fought madly. He sighed and swung for any goblin that came near.

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien crashed another helmet with his fist and kicked another goblin to the ground. Less and less of them were coming with armor, which was good because he was sure at least two of his fingers would be spaained, which wasn't too bad. He could still weild a sword.

He retreated a few steps so he was next to samuel, panting heavily. To fight first a pack of demonic beasts, then a monky-wolf that was the size of a house, and now the goblin army all in one day was exhausting, and he found himself momentarily dazed as he leaned up against a tree. Wearily he shook his head and kept fighting, though the tiredness having obvious effects on his fighting. Not enough that he couldn't kill the things, but enough to make it harder to do so.

He hoped they would retreat. He didn't know how many more there were, but by now he was in an almost mechanical motion; punch, kick, punch, kill. He hoped he wasnt mistaken when he noticed their numbers were down a considerable amount.