02 Hunting Gobbos!

OOC:

Rolling....

Khurza's axe cuts into the Witchers chest as she screeches in pain and frustration, on the back swing the orc carves up the goblins torso and she falls silent and falls to the floor with a thud.

The Goblin Thug roars in anger and launches another attack against Khurza in retaliation.

The other goblin looks almost sick at seeing the witcher fall. Looking from Jabari to Khurza and then at the bodies lying strewn about the place it throws it's weapon to the floor and begins to run.

Jabari stifles a cheer upon seeing the witcher fall. But then he sees the smaller goblin flee and the larger one land a slash on Khurza's flesh. The man considers throwing a dagger at the fleeing goblin—last thing he needs is that goblin fetching reinforcements. But he chooses immediate survival and turns his attention to the goblin thug instead. Seeing the goblin momentarily distracted with a stuck blade, Jabari says, "You still want to do this, Green-skin?"

The goblin thug hunches down and hisses a few curses at Jabari "You sure you self hu-man" it says before lunging in as Jabaris steps falter momentarily.

Jabari attempts to block the blow, but it lands across his chest and knocks the air from his lungs. His knees buckle, but he catches his balance. The man stands back to full height and attempts to find an opening in the goblin's defenses to return the blow.

As the thug rushes in for another strike Jabari quickly turns and his blade flashes out. Jabari turns and sees the goblins steps slow then falter before it folds onto the ground in a small heap.

Jabari stares at the fallen goblin for a long moment, just catching his breath. The goblin's limp body goes blurry in his vision as the sound of blood pounds in his ears. As his focus returns, Jabari remembers he came here with two strangers. A quick look at the Orc and Gnome suggests that both need medical attention. He elbows his pack and hears the lamp jangle inside. "You damned fiend! Leading me here to nearly die with no healer in sight."

Jabari peers inside the tent the witcher came out of. That witch must have some sort of healing supplies in here...

Pomin comes through with a snort and looks around in a dazed matter looking down at his hands and his bow a bit away from him and around at the others. Rolling to his side he hacks and spits out bloody phlegm before snorting again and wipes his mouth with a shaky hand.

Look at the others from the ground upside down he flails an arm in the direction of the others.

"You guys look rough..." he comments.

He flops about on his back over to Khurza slapping her boot with his hand his chest rising rapidly and wheezing a bit. Clearing his throat again and spitting off to the side he grunts and sits up his head bobbing slightly his eyes closing mostly. His breathing in irregular for a minute before he calms himself.

His voices comes out cracked at first.

"Not how I expected to use this but we still have to look about and sneak back..." he mutters spitting again.

"I got the magic in me...
Every time I say the words, it turns into gold...
Everyone knows I've got the magic in me..." he sings quietly swaying slightly.

He flops back down and puts up a finger, "Gimme a minute, I'm tired..." he states his slitted eyes looking half dead again. He flops in a fit of coughs and looks up at the sky through mostly closed eyes.

Upon regaining consciousness, Khurza ever so slowly pulls herself up, her breathed ragged from physical exhaustion and fear of her life. On her knees, she spits out some blood, her blood. She decides to just stay there for a minute, not feeling up for talking.

Did the bird do this? How can this be? While musing on her still alive body Pomin's soft song begins to take hold, healing her wounds and regaining her energy. Feeling much better she takes stock of the situation, noting they must've won the fight.

"Are we...alright?"

"It was a fight worthy of the griots of my people! They'll sing of us one day!"The outlander senses the others giving him confused looks. "After you fell, I finished off the big one." Jabari nods toward the empty flasks nearby. "Thank the gods they had some elixirs." The man then points toward the hills. "But one ran off. No telling how long we have till he comes back with some friends. We should take what we need and get away from their camp."

Pomin swears flopping over and getting on all fours before getting up and grabbing his bow.

Pomin shuffles through the tent of the Matriarch.

"Could you grab her staff and chop her head off Khurza... We'll need proof and a reminder for them not to follow us."

Once inside Pomin sniffs and moves crap away from a pouch. "I'll take this since she's dead and can't use it..." Pomin states grabbing an apothecary kit.

"Damn. I fear my pride put us in danger." Khurza says regrettably, just glad everyone still draws breath. With a decisive chop she beheads the witch, and the larger looking thug for good measure.

"We should place them in sacks, I doubt many people are accustomed to such trophies around here."