Amid the chaotic frenzy of goblins, some of the green-skinned creatures attempted to flee to the cave, their panicked screeches filling the air.
Without a second thought, Azrael leaped and landed right at the mouth of the cave, a grim sentinel ready to intercept blocked the goblins' path to escape.
Raising his long staff, Azrael swept it in a lethal arc, his staff body reached out with calculated intent, connecting with the bellies of the frenzied goblins.
Agonized moans tore from their lips as saliva spewed uncontrollably, their eyes bulged in anguish, and their grotesque faces contorted in the searing agony that coursed through them.
With a final, merciless push, he sent them hurtling towards his group area.
Without missing a beat, Azrael raise his left hand, and from the very earth itself, a thin earth wall of dirt and stone sprang to life. It rapidly extended, encased the cave's mouth, sealing off the goblins' escape route.
