Suddenly, something came tearing through the trees near a small bluff. Daigan spun to look, and he started trembling as he saw the source of the noise. Approaching him was a group of three creatures. Each was fairly short with wrinkled, green skin and horrid faces. They wore red mail armor and carried spears. They wore a perpetual scowl and a thirst for blood and war. They were goblins, and Daigan was in trouble.
“Little human boy,* the lead goblin hissed as they all faced Daigan. “Alone in woods, ready for us.”
“Big High War God need this one!” the goblin on the right added. “You blood bring Big High War God to us!*
*What do you mean?” Daigan asked, trying to stall for time.
“You no talk!” the leader barked. “You die so Big High War God live.”
Daigan backed away, but the goblins moved with him. They were repugnant creatures, with their green skin that was as rough as sandpaper. A bit of blood was still dried around their mouths from some previous prey, and their teeth were rotten and yellow. Their eyes, however, were glazed over with a red film, and a reddish hue was mixing into their skin slightly. Daigan had never heard of this; he had no idea what was causing it.
“Get him!” ordered the leader. The other two goblins held their spears high, and then they stalked toward Daigan. Daigan, startled, pulled the bronze dagger from his belt, and held it out in front of him. It was an awkward stance, as Daigan wasn’t even sure how to wield it. The only time he had ever used it, the fire of the moment had taken him away. This time, he looked uneasy and in terrible fighting form.
One of the goblins lunged at Daigan with the spear, and Daigan fell and rolled away, scurrying toward a nearby tree. The other goblin came around the side and cut him off, and Daigan skidded to a halt. The third goblin, the leader, came into position, and they formed a triangle around Daigan. He was trapped, with enemies on every side.
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