Ch 5
Gabe crashes into a tree as the now awake goblin steps out of the tent, ripped through as if something-or someone- was thrown right through it. "Dumb twig. Blood smell of kin too strong on you. Now-" The goblin cracks its knuckles while it glares at Gabe. "ME make YOU see kin!" The goblin then dashes towards Gabe.
"Damn it! of course these fools can smell dried blood. No time to regret now though!" Gabe rolls to the side as the Goblins fist glides past, just barely missing his head. The tree splinters as the fist gets stuck within the bark. "TWIG! hold still! lemme punch!" The green oaf struggles to pull his fist out as he snarls at the living tree. "No thanks. how about you take this instead?"
Gabe claws towards the Goblin's head, looking for an easy kill. Sadly, this one is anything but easy. The Goblin ducks with surprising agility for his bulk, kicking out his foot behind him as he does so. Gabe staggers back from the counter attack, patting his slightly sore wooden trunk. The Goblin rips his arm free of the tree, causing it to topple over. "If that's not an analogy for something, I don't know what is" Gabe shudders at the thought of what the goblins strength would do to him.
As if reading his mind, the goblin attempts to intimidate Gabe. "Tiny twig, pray not I get you. else you end like tree behind me." Gabe ignores it as he had no plans of getting grabbed. Rushing forward, Gabe swipes at the goblin's torso. The Goblin raises its arms in front of it.
Clang!
Instead of the expected tearing sound of flesh, Gabe found that his claws barely pierced through the skin, only making small puncture holes. An ugly smile appears on the goblin's face, crooked teeth on full display. "
Pain and disgust flash in Gabe's mind as he tries to pry the goblin off of him. "For someone with poor hygiene, he really has some damn strong teeth! OW!" Gabe then slashes at the goblins face with his free hand, forcing it to retreat unless it wanted to go blind.
Gabe inspects the damage and what he sees makes him wince. sap spews out of two large holes in his arms, likely from the prominent canine teeth. And what's worse, there's even saliva around the puncture points. "Gross! anyone tell you your breath stinks?" The goblin could not care less about the strange remark on his breath. "This normal for goblin. YOU the weird one for not smell like us!" The goblin then rushes in, aiming to restrain Gabe this time.
Gabe ducks under the goblin's arms, sap spilling as he moves. "Urgh! sticky blood no good!" Gabe turns around to find that the goblin had stepped on a bit of the sap, and is now struggling to raise his foot. "huh, so my blood is an industrial strength adhesive huh? neat." And that's when an idea came to him.
Placing the sap spewing arm behind his back, swaying it lightly, Gabe began to taunt the goblin back. "What's wrong? can't even deal with a twig weaker than your so called 'Gam-Gaaam?'" Gabe made sure to drag the second part of the word out to annoy the Goblin. "SHUSH! ME strong! take from Gam-Gam after all!" "Yeah? then she must be a weakling! always asking for help from other hunters." "QUIET! Gam-Gam Warrior, no weakling!" "Some warrior she is. I bet she couldn't even hunt a rabbit." "Why you-! I'll-!" "You'll what? carry her on your pale back. I bet the other goblins laugh when they see that dead looking excuse of flesh." "ENOUGH!" That did it.
The goblin rips his foot from the ground, dirt spreading around the small crater. The now red faced brute drops to all fours before leaping at Gabe. A smirk plays on his face. "Gotcha." Gabe slides underneath the airborne assaulter, ready to watch the fireworks explode. The goblin crashes right into the center of the pool of sap that had dripped out of his arm. "DWum Wig! Mph ill-" The goblin tries to speak, but having a face full of sap was not doing him any favors.
Gabe saunters forward as the goblin falls back into the sap trap after trying to pull himself up. "Weak twig 1, goblin 0." The goblin thrashes some more after those words were said, but still can't get up. "Well since, your stuck with me anyway, lets do a little test, shall we?" Gabe's footsteps move from the goblin. After some time, Gabe walks back over, judging by what the goblin can hear, along with some... faint crackling. Dread fills the goblin, and Gabe's words did not help either. "In my hands is a lit torch. Hot, bright, and painful to the touch. I wonder what it will do to my sap, which I basically know nothing about?"
Gabe crouches down with the torch in hand. The flames slowly creep forward as the goblin frantically tries to pull itself out, not wanting any part of the so called 'experiment'. The flames touch the sap...and then Gabe's vison goes white.