As more and more goblins spilled in they were forced backwards, and soon they could see men beside them joining them in the battle. Hador’s stood tall, resplendent in his steel armour, yelling out challenges to the approaching goblins. His blade flashed in the dim torchlight of the castle, up and down, bringing death to any goblin that dared to come near him.
To Edlenmin’s immediate right Baragûr slashed at goblins faster than their eyes could follow with his thin rapier. His eyes were bright with anger, though no man in that room knew the reason for his hatred towards goblins. Maly*tryx felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he cut down goblin after goblin. He let out a wicked laugh as he impaled another goblin on his blade.
The goblins had been taken aback at first by the ferocity of the assault, but their surprise didn’t last long and soon they were pushing the defenders back into the castle. Their victory over the archers in the courtyard was still fresh in their minds and adrenaline pounded in their veins, and that coupled with their ancient hate for men and elves lent them the strength to cut down many of the defenders.
Maly*tryx looked around him and was astonished to see that while the pile of dead in front of him was composed solely of goblins, all around him were many human corpses. As his initial rage began to fade he felt the pain of dozens of small wounds all over his body. His sword was growing heavier in his hand, but he kept on fighting. He was by no means a warrior, and he was tiring fast. To his right he saw Edlenmin collapse from a blow dealt by a solidly built goblin, a distorted smile upon his face. Bellowing in anger Maly*tryx turned and with strength born of anger and desperation drove his sword through the goblin.
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