After I watched the ice discus chew through the Ogre's muscular torso and relished in the shower of gore the shattering of my icy projectile brought about, I clenched the hilt of my Khopesh with a grin and bolted forwards, running along the edge of the wall and making my way towards the next rampart.
Grunts and chirps filled the camp as the Goblins tried to organize themselves, but the green humanoid monsters had no time to make a noticeable difference as Leraie and I fell upon them like a crashing wave, surrounding them with our power and dragging them into the depths of despair as we began our massacre.
Switching to the jagged, serrated edge of my Khopesh, I grinned as I swung the curved blade down towards a Goblin's skull, its elongated cranium turning as it tried to raise its spear to deflect the attack, only to stand there limply as my blade sliced messily through its body, bisecting it in yet another shower of gore.
