A Time For Action - Part 3

The Hobgoblin was on its last legs as they approached, but it was still fighting. That was Vol's first target. He pushed through the entanglement of soldiers, ignoring their curses and brushing off any panicked blades that were sent his way.

"MOVE!" He demanded in the same loud voice that he had spoken to Lord Feltan with. The soldier's heads whipped around to see the approach of Vol and the raiders that trailed after him, gripping his vicious warhammer as he was.

The Hobgoblin's yellow eyes turned his way as well, hesitating just for a moment, as though thinking that such a command was for it, but then in the next instance, it was back to savaging the men nearest it, not seeming to appreciate the approach of Vol as a threat. After all, Vol was the one that had summoned it. It was encoded into its very being that Vol was an ally.