Rizz looked at the boarkin first. "Lobur, you'll take point. Don't charge anything without my order. Defense is your priority."
"I can handle that much, Boss!" Lobur boastfully pounded a fist against his chest.
The goblin faced the white wolfkin next, pointing a finger at the molekin.
"Gerrart, you and Aakur will be a few steps behind Lobur. Your job is to keep an eye on the encounters and watch for anything new that arrives mid-battle. You're not allowed to heal without my command or unless it's an emergency. I refuse to waste any of your mana with minor cuts or bumps."
"I understand." Gerrart bowed his head with a thin veil of seriousness covering his face, almost hiding his blinks of relief.
"Sabina," the goblin smiled at his apprentice, "we'll be on the sides of Gerrart and Aakur, a bit to the back.
