As the horde of goblins advanced, their eyes gleaming malevolently in the moonlit mist, Ezra and Korig stood side by side.
The contrast in their expressions was palpable, Ezra's smirk danced with mischief, while Korig's jaw was clenched in fierce determination.
Ezra couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes twinkling with humor.
"Well, Korig, it seems we're in for quite the party."
"Shall we dance with these delightful green skinned fellows?"
Korig, with a glint of grit in his eyes, retorted with a touch of wit, "Dance, yes."
"But let's make sure we lead, not follow."
Their banter carried a semblance of levity amidst the impending chaos.
With a shared nod, they stepped forward, inching closer to the oncoming wave of goblins.
Ezra pulled out his weapon from his inventory.
As the first goblin lunged forward, Ezra's movements were a symphony of agility and precision.
