The squat ugly humanoid lashed out with its rust covered axe. The weapon streaking a line of silver through the air, cutting so close to its opponent that the taller robed man had to suck in his gut to avoid spilling its contents.
" Is it not the warriors job to defend the mages?" the man muttered to himself. Barrin whisked his hands through a mystic pass and spoke the loud ringing words of power. From his right hand a glittering ray of white and blue light erupted and brushed against the goblin. Where it touched rime and hoarfrost layered itself on the green warty skin. Soon the goblin appeared to be a snowmonster that children would make in the town square after a blizzard, more than an enemy.
Barrin clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked down to make sure his blue robe had not suffered any real injury to itself. He pulled out a loose azure thread and was happy to see that no more came with it. He then began to fix his mussed hair, as black as raven wings, until the thick black curls where each in their appointed spot. Or as best he could do without mirror or comb.
His eyes the same deep blue as his robe scanned the battlefield looking for his accomplice in this latest folly. " It will be easy, he said. There won't be any goblins in the Goblin Mountains, he said." He then spotted his fellow adventurer several yards away surrounded by a tiny green horde. " Well that will just not suffice, if anyone is to kill him it will be me," he complained and brought his hands through another complex twirl and began mouthing an incantation.
" Is it not the warriors job to defend the mages?" the man muttered to himself. Barrin whisked his hands through a mystic pass and spoke the loud ringing words of power. From his right hand a glittering ray of white and blue light erupted and brushed against the goblin. Where it touched rime and hoarfrost layered itself on the green warty skin. Soon the goblin appeared to be a snowmonster that children would make in the town square after a blizzard, more than an enemy.
Barrin clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked down to make sure his blue robe had not suffered any real injury to itself. He pulled out a loose azure thread and was happy to see that no more came with it. He then began to fix his mussed hair, as black as raven wings, until the thick black curls where each in their appointed spot. Or as best he could do without mirror or comb.
His eyes the same deep blue as his robe scanned the battlefield looking for his accomplice in this latest folly. " It will be easy, he said. There won't be any goblins in the Goblin Mountains, he said." He then spotted his fellow adventurer several yards away surrounded by a tiny green horde. " Well that will just not suffice, if anyone is to kill him it will be me," he complained and brought his hands through another complex twirl and began mouthing an incantation.