Now, with three Hobgoblin Generals converging on Helliana, the battlefield's stakes skyrocketed, danger closing in from all sides.
"I have no time to play with you!" Helliana growled, her eyes never leaving her opponents, though she occasionally glanced over at her father's location to see how he was.
"Do you really think you can get out of here alive?" Drakthor taunted, flexing his massive axe. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic hunger.
"Enough talk, let's end her quickly," Vargash added, his voice tinged with urgency. They couldn't afford to prolong this fight with the threat of the Sand Elves looming on the horizon.
"What's the rush? We could use this time to play with her before killing her," Morzog laughed, his spear twirling menacingly in his hands.
