Two serrated broadswords quietly closed in from behind the Bear Goblin leader. By the time he perceived a thick, metallic scent, it was too late. The two green blades crossed over his throat, turning the flesh cold. The serrated edges of the blades caused gooseflesh to rise on the skin of the Bear Goblin leader's neck.
The Bear Goblin leader's face turned ashen, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the bronze axe in his hand, causing sweat to collect on the handle.
The surrounding Bear Goblins had already crouched down, holding their heads, as they felt the hunting gaze of the piglet upon them.
Like ostriches, goblins, when they lose their will to fight and choose to surrender, often crouch on the ground with their heads cradled in their arms.
