Squealch!
The axes of the hob goblin commanders met with very little resistance, piercing deep into the boar's belly, bringing a swift end to the foe. While the remaining two boars were quickly swarmed by the goblin tide. Unable to regain momentum they received dozens upon dozens of stabs and slashes causing blood to pool at their hooves. Those three were done for, the remaining winter boars panicked and did their best to retreat from whence they came, however they couldn't escape from injury, a severe blow to Frost's defences.
Filled with mad joy the two hob goblin commanders roared in goblin tongue as they were covered in the blood of their victims. The swath of remaining goblins joined their commanders in roaring, their bodies filling with fire and their once broken morale flipping to an excited state. Gobuske smiled in his chambers, a mad glint present in his eyes.
