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AN: This is a SHORT drabble set during The Wrath of Mulgarath. The bold type is taken from the book.
"Get away from him!" Mallory advanced, sword flashing as she swung it through the air.
The goblins backed away from her. She whipped the blade at them. It felt so comfortable, the sword virtually becoming an extension of her own body. With a sword in her hand, she knew she could face almost anything the goblins could throw at her. After all, she wasn't the best fencer on the J. Waterhouse team for nothing after all.
The goblins leaped off Jared and scrambled for their own weapons."Go! Run!" she yelled. This part was crucial. Time was against them and it was only a matter of time before the goblins overwhelmed her and they needed to be out of the way before then for Jared's plan to work.
A goblin jumped on her back, biting her shoulder.
Mallory felt a sharp sting of pain where the goblin had bitten her. She mentally cursed herself for letting herself become distracted. On the mat, being distracted could result in losing points. Here it could get her and everyone who mattered killed.
Jared grabbed the goblin's arm and tugged it off his sister. In the corner of her peripheral vision, she spotted another goblin approaching and swiftly kicked the little creature away hard. She hated these things. Ever since they had abducted Simon. NOBODY hurt her little brothers.
One of the goblins picked up a dwarf-forged pike and swung it at Mallory. It was a crude swing in Mallory's opinion and it betrayed the unfamiliarity of the creature using it. Parrying and countering with a lunge was instinctive, just like training at school. But this was no training sword with a blunt tip, but a dwarf-forged blade of steel and as the blade stabbed into the goblin, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The creature howled as it died and although there were other goblins fast approaching, Mallory's brain refused to notice them, focused as it was on the simple fact that she had just killed someone.
She had just killed someone.
She had just killed someone.
Her ears filled with the sound of pumping as what she had just done sunk in. It was almost as though the rest of the world didn't exist. Just her and her sword and the being she had just killed.
A screech from above broke her trance.
Mallory felt sick and she thought to herself. 'This is definitely not like training.'