The eerie silence following the horn's call was broken by the rhythmic stomping of feet, a wave of goblins stepping into formation. These weren't the scrawny cannon fodder of the first wave. They were bigger, bulkier, their weapons sharper and armor more intact. In the center of the room, the goblin king sneered down at us from his throne, his jagged teeth glinting in the flickering torchlight.
My ears twitched as I caught the faint sound of chains rattling. From the sides of the room, hulking goblin brutes stomped into view, their arms thick as tree trunks and their red eyes gleaming with rage. They dragged massive, jagged clubs behind them, leaving grooves in the blood-soaked dirt.
"Oh, great," I muttered, my claws flexing.
"Because the regular ones weren't bad enough."
