<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/f2/14/9cf214e265e1cc035c7fd00be49fb65a.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c3/f9/d4/c3f9d481c20242bdf24872f0ccb333f3.jpg)</div><strong>Dramatis Personae:</strong>Goblin Quartet<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>10:00 AM XST</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em></em>Showdown! Orchard<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Crystelia Coven Members |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Initiative order: Melody and Mugi 13 > Fennu 12 > Goblins 10 > Bridgette 9 > Alexis 8<br/><hr/>Bridgette charges in, heedless of her own safety; and perhaps this is what enables her to land such a prodigious, earth-shaking blow. She is, herself, not too dissimilar from the spear she wields, stabbing through the air like a force of nature unto herself.<br/><br/>She–and the tip of her spear–collide into one of the dagger & shield bearing goblins, right into his chest. Sharp metal bursts free from its back, and it lets out a strangled, gurgling death cry as it falls to the ground; Bridgette following it down to the ground, and left in a vulnerable kneeling position.<br/><br/>As she stares down, feeling whatever emotions come naturally to her–perhaps shock at taking a life, or perhaps the thrill of conquest, or something else entirely?--a gut-wrenching smell wafts to her nose. Black, oily blood leaks out of the goblin; and it smells like old cigarette smoke and must.<br/><br/>After a single second, the creature evaporates, becoming little more than black dust that floats about, particles suspended in mid air.<br/><br/>Having slain the enemy, she is, however, made aware of her vulnerability. There had been two goblins harassing the farmer; she has only smote one of them. The other rushes forward, dagger gripped, curses on its breath as it goes to stab her in the back–only to see Fennu out of the corner of its eye. “Nah! Nah-nah-nah-nah!” It taunts and raspberries at the athlete, raising its shield up just in time to block the attack.<br/><br/>Her blow may have been blocked, but it’s not all in vain. Bridgette has been spared from getting stabbed, and is afforded the moments she needs to rise back up and prepare to continue the fight. Moreover, with both of her harassers being dealt with, the widow is able to scramble out of a back door. She’s in good enough health to run away, and this is, perhaps, for the best. Now, there are no innocents that the goblins can leverage; no innocents that could be harmed, or even slain, in crossfire.<br/><br/>Bridgette is not the only one kicking ass and taking names, though. Mugi’s shot goes right through one of the goblin’s eyes, earning a string of expletive-laden curses, and it dropping the bolas in its shocked state. A follow up arrow from Alexis strikes it in the chest, and the combination of attacks sends the creature crashing to the floor.<br/><br/>“S-stupid… mmmeeat!” Are the final words it will ever speak. Like the one Bridgette slaughtered, it leaks out black, oily blood; and releases a stench comparable to must and stale cigarette smoke. Its body explodes into black particles that remain suspended in the air.<br/><br/>“Stupid meat! Get cooked!” The Bomber picks up on, and expands upon the dying words of the Trapper, and reaches onto its bandolier, producing a small glass orb that glows red-orange-yellow. It lobs the fragile container into a spot on the floor in between Mugi, Alexis, and the entering Melody; as the glass shatters, it erupts into a burst of fire!<br/><br/>With the power coursing through their bodies, they each find their reflexes, and reaction times, are sharpened. They are able to dodge out of the blast range of the fire globe, although a fire has now started in what was once a cozy living room; a table and a couch are coated in the oily, burning substance, and the flames threaten to consume the wooden frame of the house, and the thatch of the roof.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the goblin who managed to block Fennu’s sword with what is literally a barrel lid being used as a shield, takes a slice at her with a piece of jagged metal that vaguely approximates a dagger.<br/><br/>Reacting to the danger quickly, Fennu is able to skillfully block the attack with her fan; the fan itself seems more than capable of handling the stress of deflecting.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: End Result</div><div class="spoiler_body">Congrats! Half the threat is down, and you’ve all managed to avoid taking any sort of scrapes. Make your attacks! Please specify if you are attacking the Goblin Bomber, or Goblin Fighter. &lt;3<br/></div></div>