Attack of The Hobgoblins

Mike's POV

The once beheaded Hobgoblins rose, their heads dangling at an odd angle from their neck and threatening to topple off but still they were miraculously alive. They let out a shriek, which for their part might have been some kind of hideous laughter, and they approached Maland with a renewed ferocity. 

Maland seemed to be expecting the attack, because he dodged and sweeped to the other side of the room. Our host commanded a herd of Hobgoblins who seemed to join the force once again. The whole room was now full to the brim, green ghoulish creatures shrieking and sprouting up from every corner of the Earth. 

"You cannot kill us so easily." The creature howled, "We are the Ancient. Our powers are as old as Magic itself, and we are immortals! The Gods have gifted us with the boon of life, it is not to be snatched by a petty Goblin like you. We are the destroyers, created to maintain balance on the face of the Earth."