The goblin screamed out of pain when it felt his bone snap of the force of Jack's hand, but his scream stopped as suddenly as he had looked into his eyes. He was now trembling all over his body, the crooked nose of his face dripping of snot as it dribbled slowly down over his lips into his yellowtoothed mouth. He tried to say something, but as Jack made his other hand loose the knife, Lydia was able to slide back over the counter, looking pained but terrified into Jack's eyes.<br/><br/>The situation only worsened upon the sight of hair growing out of his gear and the canine features that quickly shifted his face into a mask of terrifying hair and sharp tooth. Lydia slowly backed down against the wall, her body now trembling of fear not only of the goblins but also for jack as well. The door behind them slammed, as the other two goblins had find their way out as quickly as possible, Fizzlespork still squirming of anguish before the gun that was pushing his crooked nose high up in his face. It didn't took long before the last threath was said as Fizzlespork sprinted out of the room and slammed the door behind him. But only after he was able to shout at Lydia with his last courage;<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">"This isn't over yet, you fucking witch! I will come back when that freak of nature isn't here to save your fucking flower from my green cock! I swear I'll have your cunt ripped open.. and.. and.." </span><br/><br/>He ran off quickly as his eyes shifted from the terrified Lydia back to the growling and rippling bonemess of an elf, still pointing that gun towards him. And as if by magic, he blinked away from the door, so no damage could be done to his body, shouting just a mile away towards his cowardly companions that had left him alone in the pub with the monster.<br/><br/>Now.. Lydia was left alone with Jack, fighting against his animal within, fur growing out of his gear and a terrifying look in his eyes. She was scared, and unarmed, and didn't knew weather to thank him or fear for her own life. But as with all things that had happened before with her, she always had a sick sense of humor to at least brighten up the situation.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
"I..I...Think you need a s-s-shave.. <i>doll</i>.."</span><br/><br/>Her red sensual lip was trembling, and welled up tears clouded her vision in her bright green eyes. Her chest heaved up and down in her ripped dress, as she had slid back over the counter, and the loose knife had cut a slice from her collarbone down to her midriff, showing her blacklaced bra and a stream of deepred blood that dripped slowly down on the ground. With shaking hands she tried to pick the piece of cloth that was hanging loose, and makeshifted it back, tucking it underneath her brastrap, but still not loosing sight of the worgen that stood before her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>