Arao: Against the Goblins, Round 02

Ignoring the biting flames of the molten glass, I branded the nearest slinger with the mark of Pelor and closed in. Hefting my battleaxe, I called forth my god's power. "Holy Strike!" The axe glowed yellow as bright as the sun as I channeled my god's divine power through it. The goblin squinted as the light shone its eyes, that split-second reaction rendering him unable to dodge. My attack found it's intended target and the goblin crumpled to the ground twitching and dead.

Furiously stamping the flames from the molten glass, I shouted at the top of my voice above the din of the raging furnace. "Ranger! Firepower support here at the front please!"