Rescue

A villager boy about 7 years old desperately ran away from the hordes of goblins screeching out for his blood.

His hands were covered in blood and he ran with tears falling down his face.

The painful memories flashed by like a feverish dream, his loving mother and father. The moment one of the village hunters scrambled into the village shouting loudly

"GOBINS RUN"

He was snatched up by his mother while his dad grabbed his aze that was laying next to the door.

The Boy's dad rushed over to him one more time and lifted him up and looked deep into his young boy's eyes. He said with a sad voice

"son, live well"

And after that, he lowered him and handed him to his mother who gave his father one lasts kiss and hug and then dashed out the door.

The boy didn't know what these "goblins" were and he didn't know why his mother was crying so hard. But as his mother hurriedly ran while the village bells tolled in a chaotic tone. A sudden emotion of sadness overcame him. He didn't know what that emotion was but he desperately tried to hold it in, because he knew that if he cried his mother would get even sadder.

From afar the boy could hear monstrous screeches, and then a scream. He tried to look over his mother's shoulder.

And what he saw made himself shiver and cry. An ugly green monster with warts and a piece of brown cloth soaked in blood jumped past the village gates. The goblin gave off a screech while holding something in its hands.

Thankfully the boy didn't see what it was, it was covered in blood and the goblin viciously tore it apart and swallowed some of it.

Another goblin appeared through the village gates. This one had a crude bow and some sharpened sticks in its hands.

The boy watched with fear as the goblin held its crude bow and pulled back with the sharpened stick and let the arrow fly.

To the boy, it felt like it took forever for the arrow to fly to them. He tried to utter out noise anything a warning to his mother, but his mouth couldn't open.

The boy had to watch as the arrow pierced his mother's left leg. She promptly collapsed but not without shielding her only son from the fall by wrapping her arms around him as they tumbled to the ground.

Once the hit the ground the mother weakly opened her arms and said to her son while the pain was clouding her vision

"run son"

The village boy wanted to stay with his mother, but something told him to run away, maybe it was the tone in his mothers voice or the look in her eyes, but he gave his mother one last tearful look and turned around to run.

The boy countied to run, but with his short legs, he couldn't go fast. He could hear the screeching getting closer and closer to him. Tears streamed down his face and he ran with his mother's blood on his hands.

But then, something miraculous happened.

A shadowy figure dashed into the village like the wind itself the Boy could only briefly see a glimpse of metal flash and the screeching where his mother was disappeared. The boy turned around to see the shadowy figure pulled out a dagger from a goblin's head.

The shadowy figure picked up his mother's fallen figure and dashed somewhere else.

The village boy stopped momentarily to look around for where they went. A tiny bit of hope reappeared in his hopeless fate.

Suddenly the familiar whistling of arrows flew past his left ear. The village boy turned around to see 3 goblin corpses lying on the ground pooling blood.

A figure in a hooded cloak stood on top of a house holding a bow every second he would pull back his bow and every time he let go of his bow a goblin would cry out in pain.

The wind blew and the village boy briefly saw a glimpse of a green color underneath the cloak.

The screeching of goblins that had momentarily disappeared at the appearance of the mysterious hooded figures. Had reappeared as the hooded figures moved on to other places.

The boy could hear it behind him and he didn't even dare to look behind him. In fear, he pulled himself together and started to run as fast as his legs could carry him.

A group of 6 goblins cackled in evil laughter as they spotted their next prey. Blood was on their teeth as they smilled an evil and hideous grin. They started to run with their disproportioned bodies to the younger boy who desperately ran even harder when he heard the cackling get louder and louder.

But it seems the boy's destiny wasn't to die that day. A wolf's howl was heard from the opposite end of the village and the goblins momentarily stopped to look at the direction from where the howl came from giving the child a bit of extra time to escape.

Sadly the goblins stopped paying attention and started to chase after the boy again, they were not going to lose their meal.

They got closer and closer, one of the goblins reached out and grasped onto a bit of the boy's shirt, thankfully it ripped and the boy quickly ran off. And from the opposite end of the small village street.

A group of 10 or so figures was running towards them.

The sound of cobblestone cracking under the speed was prevalent. The boy as he slowly got closer and closer saw the group a bit more clearly through his teary eyes. A human a teenager around 15 years old or so with a bright sword held unsheathed at his sheath running towards him surrounded by wolves that looked almost feral, snarling, and with eyes that were looking at prey. The boy witnessed one of the wolves suddenly run as hard as it could and leaped over him with its mouth wide open.

With a snarl it fell on one of the goblins and bit out its throat, in a matter of seconds the rest of the wolves were on the rest of the goblins, making sure that they were killed swiftly.

Jason quickly ran past all of the commotions, he let the wolves take care of those ones, Boops quickly alerted him of the boy who they had just passed. Jason quickly turned his head and shouted to one of the wolves

"bring that boy to the entrance"

That wolf nodded and ran to the boy who was standing in a daze and quickly picked him up with his teeth and started to run to the entrance where the green barrack members were leading survivors.

Jason continued running his map told him that a group of 8 goblins were right ahead of them, Jason ran up ahead pushing out the maximum amount of energy he could into it.

He prepared his sword and ran to the goblins who only had a brief amount of time to prepare. He pulled back his hands while he placed both hands on the handle and thrust as he reached the goblins. He felt contact on his sword so he quickly pulled it out and swung it at the nearest goblin's head with a ferocious intensity. He beheaded that goblin in a clean sweep and with his sword still swing with the momentum he jumped to one of the wooden crates next to him that managed to not get ruined by the debris and jumped off of it chopping in a sideways motion.

The wolves took care of the rest of the goblins and Jason quickly ran off, to the next location.

Boops quickly interrupted him though

'Jason, there is a group of 5 humans that are fighting a group of 30 goblins,'

"where"

'at your 10'

Jason pivoted and dashed to the place. A few smoking buildings were in his way so he sheathed his sword midrun and leaped as high as he could. He managed to get his hands on the top of the roof and he pulled himself up.

The wolves with their superior jumping ability jumped up and Jason started to run he could see the group of humans in an enclosed circle as a swarm of goblins surrounded them.

Jason jumped down from the top of the house and ran through a small path to where they were. The wolves it seems found a faster way so they split off from him.

One of the villagers that was swinging as hard as he could with his ax suddenly spotted a few goblin heads flying up into the air.

Jason was behind the swarm of goblins, his eyes giving off a tiny red glow as he uttered a single phase

"1st form"

His sword seemed to have a deadly light and growls from all around started to be heard and they weren't the goblins growls.