Reluctantly, the chief followed after the intruder outside, greeted to a most strange sight, had that goblin come to warn him of an attack barely seconds ago? Then how could it be? How could it be that all of those that had remained after the warriors had left were impaled upon spikes? Spikes so high, so tall that they could accommodate dozens of the lanky creatures, said spikes not pointy, but rounded at the point of penetration, harmlessly pushing the organs away instead of tearing them apart, allowing for the victims of the impalement to remain alive for a long time.
The large goblin was stunned, this level of efficiency, of sheer violence, brutality and vile sadism.
'It's beautiful…' it almost brought a tear to his eye, even he felt intimidated for a moment, that was great work, one that he could not hope to replicate, for a tyrant like himself, this display was art.
