"I think I like your song better than that of the goblins, mr. Minstrel." Came the voice of the six-armed man as he rushed past Brego and the little girl, hurling a thin-ish tree trunk straight at the nearest goblin. His scarf billowed in the wind as he posed in front of the pair. "What say you and I make their death screams into a lullaby together?"
Aegon dropped his whetstone as the townsfolk began fleeing from the square. Giving his blade an experimental twirl, he rushed forward to attack the nearest Goblin. He gripped his sword with both hands and swung the blade from low to high, only to see his blade fly harmlessly over the head of the jeering greenskin. He muttered a curse under his breath and braced himself for the counterattack.
He caught an emerald blur in the corner of his eye and watched as the elven woman from before neatly skewered another of the goblins. "Not a bad bit of bladework, that."
His fighting stance was raw and slightly awkward. His knees were too bent, his shoulders were too square, and he left too much weight on his heels, but the force with which he swung his sword would have struck with devastating force had it... well... landed.
Whether by instinct or by solemn purpose, an unlikely group of onlookers rushed to the aid of the innocent mother and child who were in danger of being overrun by the goblin invaders.
Gozzik quickly ran to take up a guarded position in front of the desperate woman, who in the utter chaos of the moment couldn't tell if he was friend or foe. She screamed loudly as the halfling moved between her and her daughter, and thrust her foot forward, trying her best to kick the undersized ranger, but to no avail.
Both Brego and Veritas were able to place themselves between the lone girl and the goblin that was approaching from the west, the bard launching into an inspirational chorus, and the summoner launching a large tree trunk in the direction of the aloof, goblin warrior. The trunk missed its mark, but it was enough to get the goblin's attention off of the butterfly he was chasing, and onto the group in front of him. The now terrified girl covered her ears, hit the floor and scrunched herself up into a small ball.
At first the cackling runt looked confused, then he seemed fascinated by the multi-armed man and the wooden projectile as it nearly missed him. In an attempt to look fearsome, he began jumping up and down and growling, then took a step backward and tried to lift the large trunk, but of course he had little luck.
To the north, Saitylvaness gracefully dashed forward, drawing her rapier along the way. She passsed by the first goblin who took an errant swipe at the elf with his blood-covered blade, but missed. The bladesinger then deftly sunk her weapon into the throat of the second goblin, easily piercing its windpipe and dropping it dead on the spot.
In an effort that could have been mistaken for teamwork by a clueless observer who had no idea that the two hardly knew one another, Aegon Skye rushed up beside the elven maiden, charging at the first goblin with a vicious swipe of his longblade, but the swing was off balance and missed its mark.
This goblin seemed far less misguided than the one to the south, and responded by slashing at Aegon with its "dogslicer." The jagged blade wizzed past the shoulder of the battle-mage as he tried to regain his balance, but missed.
Aegon grips his blade with both hands once more, taking a step to the side to block the goblin's path to the townsfolk. This time, he tries an overhead slash to counter the goblin's attempt on his own life, fighting with the ferocity of a feral beast.
The blade struck true, slamming violently into the skull of the goblin. He pulled it free and was rewarded with the sight of the goblin slumping lifelessly to the ground.