The silence in the clearing was more than the party could handle. The goblins were looking to their strongest and the injured spiders were frozen in fear. The humans that had shown up out of nowhere and completely changed their struggle should be attacking them. This was an instinct that they had long developed through many generations as monsters.
Walker looked at all of them and finally rested his eyes on the goblin riding the giant grey haired spider. He knew that if he moved he could start another fight, but if nothing happened they would stand frozen forever.
Walker returned his hammer to his storage causing a small flinch from the goblin and spider. As his frost whip melted back to water the spider started to relax a little. It could feel the threat fading since it was much closer to its instincts than the goblin. However, the goblin was not relaxing, it was tightening its grip on the decaying pointed stick.
