Lenore stabbed her rapier thrice into the chest of the Hobgoblin she had grabbed by the neck, he or rather she was the head of the scouting party that was moving on to come find out about what was happening with Jorgen's army. Unfortunately for her, the larger goblin army was being watched right from the beginning, so when the scouting party was moving ahead, they fell in an ambush that Lenore was all too happy to set for them. it was a beautiful massacre, all fifty of them had been caught off guard, and Lenore was still enjoying the throes of it.
She looked at the hobgoblin, completely surprised that she was still finding a way to hold, but that could only happen for so long as Lenore smiled with her teeth in full display, before slowly stabbing her rapier underneath the jaw of the goblin, watching in abject pleasure and ecstasy as the hobgoblin fade away with pain and horror etched allover her visage. this was a success, a rather beautiful one.
