Arthur darted toward the side, engaging a goblin cautiously.
His movements were slow, each strike and dodge designed to stretch out the fight and avoid drawing too much attention. "Don't worry! I've got this one!" he called, his voice tinged with frustration to sell the act.
As Gates continued to fend off the other three goblins, Arthur couldn't help but smirk inwardly. 'He's doing well enough. This'll keep him busy while I take my time.'
Gates slashed at another goblin, managing to wound it but taking a hit to his armour in the process. "Fateless!" he shouted. "Hurry up with that one and help me out over here!"
"Almost there!" Arthur replied, deliberately drawing out his engagement with the goblin in front of him. He finally delivered a stab, the blade sinking into the goblin's chest with a satisfying squelch.
