But the Hobgoblin's erraticness proved to be its own best defence. With three angry bounds, it was amongst the soldiers. They did not even have the time to think about reloading, nor listen to their Commander as he gave a string of panicked commands. The first man was already grabbed by the head, pulverised as though he was nothing more than a watery sack of meat.
The drawing of their bows proved to be their downfall. Now they had to fumble for the swords on their hips.
It was a glorious sight. Better than Vol could have ever hoped. Just when his heart had dropped, thinking his efforts to have been useless, the Hobgoblin revealed itself for the monster that it was. Unleashed in the middle of a crowd of soldiers, and it was like a wrecking ball.
