"What the hell is it…?" Dwire wondered. Why were his hands shaking as they were? Why did he feel as if he had already lost?
The Black Goblin Captain did not rush. It took its time. It regarded all of them with the same confident look in its eye. It was very much the look of a superior being staring down at its lessers. Was it really so excited just to kill a few more men, Dwire wondered? But then, all monsters were like that. They lived only for flesh.
There was nought they could do. The soldiers layered their shields on top of each other. The second and third ranks came forward to support the first. It was the only shot that they had. Earl Maddon was practically trapped in place, though he swore to himself, as soon as that javelin left the monster's hand, he would be charging forward to see justice for what it had done.
