Sethryn looked back to see who had hurled a shovel with so much anger.
It was one of them — his squad of nine elves.
They returned, even more motivated to join him in the fight.
"We couldn't just let you fight her alone," one of them said.
The elf raised his axe into the air and let out a war cry.
"May the spirit of the elves endure! Charge!"
Sethryn shook his head. "No, no, no, no."
He tried to stop all of them but could not.
The nine elves had taken the most noble of decisions but they were interfering with Sethryn's plans.
Sethryn wanted to take on the horde of goblins all by himself. He needed the experience points, no matter how little it turn out to be.
With the elves around, he will not be gaining the maximum experience points as he planned.
"Argh! Why won't they just listen!" Sethryn gnarred before dashing forwards as well into the fight.
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Blood splurted on both sides.
