Henry had unsheathed his sword, but his arms hung weakly at his sides as if all of the strength in his body had been taken away. All he could do was stare with wide eyes as monsters rushed forward.
The goblins bore their yellowed fangs at the apprentice and knight. Their scrawny arms covered in wiry hair raised as they threatened to either shoot more arrows or bash the men with clubs.
Bren bravely stepped forward, anticipating more arrows raining down on them. After all, he had just been asked to be the commander's apprentice. At that moment, more than ever before, it was time to prove himself worthy.
However, there was someone even more determined than Bren.
Hotter than the sun of summer, Sylaron appeared with a flurry of wind and hot fire shooting out of her mouth, burning the goblins on the spot. No sooner than the monsters rushed forward, they were piles of ash with small chunks of melted metal littering the ground.
