Fire! - p2

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SoW e01

        A handfull of goblins rushed after the destroyed bits of the door as if they were gold. Once inside, one flung his torch at the table Shedinn had been sitting at the previous minute, which caught fire in a matter of seconds. Before Shedinn even had a dagger in his hand, another was charging the two people at the hearth with a puny hatchet.

        Shedinn felt a burst of energy behind him, and ducked so whatever the treeslinger was charging wouldn't hit him. A moment later he felt a slight gust of wind, and a moment after that a black gorilla with silver back landed just in front of him. So this is a druid, he thought. With another leap, the great ape crashed into a goblin and punched it in the face.

        The shield that appeared on the dwarf's hand showed the head of bahamut in deep blue. He had little trouble halting the hatchet, which nearly split on impact. Behind the dwarf, his monologue partner seemed to just now slip out of his comatose daze. His eyes became a nearly white shade of blue, and the gem on his staff flashed brightly. The closest goblin staggered.

        Shedinn's spell was ready just in time. His tremendous size and muscular build weren't enough to disencourage one of the more stout among the goblins to try and sharpen his shortsword in his scales. Shedinn drew his dagger in a flash. The air around it ignited, and a flaming whip sprouted from the blade. The goblin ducked at the last moment, though, and only his long ear was seared. Shedinn searched his body for the strenght to hold the spell. Walking forward, he waved the flame in large circles, snapping it at every step. He hit the dwarf once, and the druid too (he'd apologise later), as well as most of the goblin, until one decided he would stop the rampage. Taking advantage of the smoke that had been raised by then, he sneaked behind  Shedinn. The dragonborn never noticed the goblin's head split in two when a knife burst through his thin skull.
          The last of the wave gave up on the futile plan, and life altogether. While attacking the dwarf, a successful block threw the monster off-balance. With a little help from the dwarf's friend, such was his confusion that he perished in the pitiful flames of the hearth.

          When the fires were put down, the druid returned to his regular shape to rest. There was no time to talk before he turned into a great black cat, and bolted out of the door.

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