The death throes of the first two goblins made the third one hesitate.
It had been trailing behind them, clutching a melee weapon despite its comrades wielding ranged ones. Cautious. Calculating. But when it saw them butchered in mere seconds, its instinct kicked in—
Run.
The goblin spun on its heel, ready to flee.
It never got the chance.
Leona, who had been lurking in the undergrowth, sprang out. With a fierce battle cry, she swung her broadsword, the flat side smashing into the goblin's chest—
CRACK!
Lightning surged through the steel, electricity rippling across its flesh. The goblin's body seized, its limbs jerking violently as the crackling energy cooked its nerves. A gurgled yelp died in its throat, its red skin scorching from the inside out.
Damon moved in, wasting no time.
TWANG! TWANG!