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 Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2025 3:53 pm
Goblins Remaining: 18
Approaching: Hobgoblin, Orc, and an Ogre “I tell y’what,” he said between labored breaths. “Tell me wher’ th’bodies at, hope some’re still ‘live, an’ th’rest o’ya get ******** outta’ her’ as ya’re.” Lito spoke as if in general, though his one open eye was clearly staring in the direction of the hobgoblin. He wasn’t the largest of the bunch, though perhaps the most intelligent. He was obviously a shot caller. The hobgoblin laughed whether it understood him or not, the ogre continued to barrel towards him. By now it plucked flaming bodies from the ground one by one, throwing them aggressively at the mercenary whether the goblins thrown still lived. Turning his chin and craning his neck to peer over his shoulder, he remained still as the bodies rained down around him. He only moved, when necessary, which wasn’t often in this instance as he worked to regain control of his breathing. The ogre had the power necessary; it just had s**t accuracy. Sliding one of the pair of blast knuckles off, he allowed it to fall into his pocket. With his freed (right) hand, he once again reclaimed his morning star and took as deep a breath as he could muster. Squatting to a point his butt almost touched the ground; he leapt into the air at precisely the moment he judged it to be accurate. As he ascended, he flipped over the ogre, swinging his Morningstar for its head as he did. A moment that ended in a near miss for them both as the ogre came to screeching halt to redirect its rage, and the irascible meta landed beyond it in a three-point stance.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 11:47 am
Goblins Remaining: 18
Approaching: Hobgoblin, Orc, and an Ogre All he managed to do prior to the ogre wrapping its arms around him was turned to face it. With both arms the ogre snatched Lito into its embrace and worked vigorously to crush him within its hold! The meta flexed, resisting being crushed long and well enough to take a deep breath in. Leaning into the ogre, his chrome teeth bit firmly onto its nose before he exhaled gale forces once more. The massive amounts of air being rapidly forced through the ogre’s nasal cavity proved disastrous for its health; its head popping from the pressure. As the ogre fell, its grip loosened, though Lito still fell sloppily to the ground with it. He fought another coughing fit between labored breaths as he chuckled in a stifling manner. His bloodshot, blue-hazel eyes narrowed as his gaze found the hobgoblin again. It was no longer laughing as it watched its two top brasses get slaughtered in under a minute! By some scrawny ******** human that talked with less sense than it did no less! The handful of goblins remaining retreated from the meta, unwilling to keep to their orders or broken formations. Survival instinct kicked in, convincing the pests to scurry for their best chances; or so he thought. The hobgoblin professed his disapproval as he began to march toward the meta himself, donning plate armor and that same sword it had pointed at Lito moments ago. Lito loitered where he was, appearing to be uncertain with his footing and continuing to laugh psychotically as he leaned to and from as if he were about to pass out. "It ain'too late t'change yer'mind!" he teased between painful laughs.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 3:46 pm
Goblins Remaining: 18
Approaching: Hobgoblin, Orc, and an Ogre “You asked f’this, no’me comrade!” said Lito with steeled resolve as it continued its approach. The hobgoblin had no words for the meta, only contempt. As it drew nearer, it quickened into a more equitable battle pace. Once it prepared to breach striking range, Lito was already twirling his mace head around; still hanging from a foot long chain protruding from the handle. Bishop deftly side stepped to evade a slash from the hobgoblin, countering with a heavy blow of his own. The hobgoblin pivoted, avoiding a direct hit as it shoulder-pressed the meta and followed up with a vicious thrust. Considering how much he was already bleeding, the meta clung to his old reckless habits. In fact, he was reminded of a small man with a katana he had fought years prior into a stalemate in a manner akin to right now. Not only was the Russian meta thrusted through, but he deepened the blade’s purchase just to get close enough to make it worth his while. Lito’s left fist impacted the hobgoblin’s face from over his impaling sword arm, concomitantly releasing all current charges in the left set of the BLAST knuckles. Despite holding immense strength, positioning and leverage meant a generous amount in close quarters. Where he lacked for the either in lieu of being forcibly pressed, he made up for it with enchanted armaments. The hobgoblin’s rebut went revoked as its head popped with enough force that any noticeable debris had become tiny particulates, evaporating into the aether.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 3:59 pm
Goblins Remaining: 18 In the wake of immediate conflict, Lito limped back over to the fire nearby and nearly collapsed onto the ground. He removed his tattered, bloodied duster and shirt. Any of his wounds with residual debris would have to be catered to when the job was done. Though the largest of his gaping wounds needed to be sealed before finishing the job. Using one of the discarded daggers, he heated the blade over the fire before proceeding to smash the burning hot blade onto his flesh. He grunted profusely as he yelled through clenched jaws. He repeated this process so long as he was left to do it. A terrible patch job, but it would suffice in alignment with his intentions. Once finished, he groaned as he forced his aching body to stand once more. He pulled his tattered duster back on, leaving the shirt off and instead tearing it into a few pieces of makeshift bandages. He tied these strips about his midsection as a means of holding his broken ribs in place. With his Morningstar in hand, he proceeded to limp further into the far side of the cave system where the other goblins had run off too. Part of him hoped they had already escaped just to make his job easier. Though that did not prevent him from having to complete his investigation.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 4:12 pm
When he had nearly given up, he finally happened across another small split off tunnel. One that had no visible light within it. Lito could hear however and regardless could see subtly movements in the darkness ahead of him. He could hear feet approaching him, things scratching at the cave walls. He inhaled deeply, once more exhaling a pillar of flame that reached the far wall without him identifying it prior.
The four goblins that had run off, three additional mature goblins, and nearly a dozen juveniles all shrieked and squealed in pain and agony. They writhed with their shadows and smoke filled the area with their burning stench. The meta recoiled, doubling over and vomiting beyond his control. Even this acrid smell was enough to turn his iron stomach despite his anticipation.
Once the smoke cleared the area, he pulled out one of his knives and got to work ensuring the goblinoids had been properly dispatched prior to harvesting their cores. Once he had finished with the lot in this cave using residual flame and ember to see his work, he worked his way back from whence he came at his leisure. Unless more were out raiding and planned to return here, he was certain that he had killed them all. When he inevitably finished collecting the cores in the cave and any attractive items he found along the way, then Lito meandered back to the village and finished harvesting the cores there. He gave the village an extra favor and cremated the remains of the goblinoids before heading back to the mercenary hall to collect his payout.
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