Amidst the melee, one assassin, realizing the difficulty of their task, decided to fulfill their mission at any cost. With a guttural cry, the Hobgoblin triggered an explosive device concealed within their armor.
The detonation was sudden and devastating, a blinding flash followed by a thunderous boom that rocked the battlefield.
The explosion engulfed the surrounding Orcs, their bodies thrown back by the force of the blast. Ten Orcs fell, their lives extinguished in an instant, but their sacrifice had bought precious time.
The shockwave reached General Frukin, momentarily disrupting her focus. She staggered but quickly regained her composure, her eyes narrowing.
"Damn Hobgoblins!" she hissed, blood trickling from her lips, a testament to the toll the battle had taken on her. But she stood tall, her resolve unshaken, and resumed her incantations.
