Gryffin: Goblin Pyros, Round 03

Gryffin followed through the curtains to the next room. He saw Lloyd curled up on the floor with blood pooling beneath him.

Gryffin's eyes widened and his heart went cold.

His eyes trailed the blood on the floor. He saw the wicked knife still glistening with his friend's blood. His eyes followed the ragged and bloody knife's edge and found it still in the Goblin's hand attached to pitifully scrawny arms.

Widened eyes continued to follow up the goblin's arm. The arm trailed off into a strange fog-like cloud impossibly placed in the middle of the room.

His eyes remained wide as they tried to make out the forms in the fog. His mind was still blank, trying to understand what happend. Why was his friend lying on the floor in a pool of blood?

"...can't be...not right." He though.

While trying to focus through fog he heard a little sound - laughter.

He heard laughter that was small, shrill and filled with glee.

And again that awful song.

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.

Gryffin's head began to throb as a knot formed on his brow. He looked back at the floor where Lloyd lay.

Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!

Gryffin looked back into the fog. His face was pale and sweating. His brows were furrowed.

Staring deep into the fog, the Eladrin gave a feral snarl and began to chant.

The flash of golden light sparked within the cloud like yellow lightning followd by another. The flash grew and became a roaring ball of fire.

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From within the cloud the sound of goblin cries could be heard. The spell seemed to have caught the goblins unguarded and are now in a state of panic and surprise. Still, amidst all this there is a disctinct crack of a whip followed by a few shouts in goblin, some whimpering and then some more chanting.