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Boom!
"Ooh…" Giselle moaned out, a despondent look upon her comely face, luscious lips formed into an almost childish pout. She was currently at the back of the hall, crouched in front of a small window as she reloaded her scattergun.
"What are you moaning about now, girl" Bertha asked, sounding rather annoyed as she reloaded a pistol, kneeling just slightly to the side of Giselle.
"I wish I could hold by silvery haired chevalier for one last time and kiss him goodbye, before I get viciously torn apart by filthy Greenskins" the Bretonnian maid spoke out in a forlorn voice, shaking her head in disappointment.
A Goblin soon popped it's ugly head through the window and it tried to climb in, it's malformed features and red eyes showing obvious malicious intent. The Bretonnian promptly aimed her newly reloaded scattergun towards the Goblin and shot it. The thunderous report of her weapon echoed throughout the hall they were in and it was accompanied by the sight of the diminutive green monster getting ripped apart by a dozen rounds of hot lead.
Giselle though did not seem to care. The beautiful serving girl still wore that sad look on her comely face as she sighed once more and spoke. "Fickle fate can be so cruel"
"Ugh!" the innkeeper rolled her eyes in turn as she groaned out, looking rather exasperated by the young woman's overly dramatic statement. She turned her stern gaze to Giselle. "Less whining and more killing!"
Another Goblin soon revealed itself through the small window, seeking to gain entrance. Bertha in response aimed her pistol at it and shot the little monster squarely on the head, blowing a decent sized hole through the back of it's skull and knocking it back in the process.
"Besides, you don't have much to complain about right now. At least your here and safe" She turned her eyes away from her as she placed the spent pistol on the floor and picked up a fresh one. Bertha's stern look soon morphed into one of deep worry as she spoke again. "Not like Tanya and Anna. Those poor girls are still out there somewhere while these things are roaming around"
"Oh I wouldn't worry so much about them Bertha!" Giselle said to her cheerfully, smiling at her as she spoke. "I am certain that Tanya and little Anna are both safely within the strong arms of the man I speak of "
Another Goblin soon tried to force it's way into the small window, seeking to succeed where it's kin failed. Only to meet the same demise when Giselle blew it apart with a well placed shot of her scattergun. And then she spoke once more. "And I will not exactly call our current situation safe"
And as if to lend credence to her statement, a mighty roar rang through the hall where they all stood as something rather large and heavy slammed against the thick, reinforced oaken doors of the temple. Shaking the doors as well as the rest of the temple itself, causing some dust to fall from the vaulted ceilings above.
The people of Essental had all retreated to the only remaining defensible location within the village. The Temple of Shallya.
Erected by the Cult of Shallya more than a decade ago, the temple sat at the very center of the village. The courtyard outside was more than a dozen yards wide with a small fountain in the middle. The main hall stood across from it and a small chapel built on the adjacent side. The main hall possessed much of the same characteristics as all other Shallyan temples. Pristine white walls with a large yet austere interior, the only decoration being the statue of Shallya herself found at the end of the hall near the altar. The hall housed both the hospital as well as the meager accommodations of the assigned Priestess.
Though primarily used as a place of worship and healing, the temple of Shallya in Essental possessed one rather distinct feature that most other Shallyan temples in the Empire did not. It was built with defense in mind.
The Priestess who organized the temple's construction had done so with the aid of a former Imperial State Army Captain. And because of this, instead of white stone or marble which were most commonly used in the construction of Shallyan temples, large blocks of granite were used here. Two and a half thousand tons worth of solid granite to be exact. For granite was cheaper than marble and much harder and denser, thus more suitable for the construction of fortifications.
The walls were at least five feet thick, strong enough to take at least a few direct hits from a five ton boulder launched from a Bretonnian trebuchet, while the windows were made small and narrow, having enough space for one to peer through and be used as an improvised murder hole. As a result of the small windows, much of the illumination was provided through a series of brass pans containing burning oil and some lit candles.
Beneath the main hall were the cellars. It mostly served as the place to store the temple's food and other provisions, but it was also designed to be used as underground shelters where patients and civilians could hide in relative safety in the event of an invasion. And since the structure was made almost entirely of stone, the risks of fire were very low so attackers could not hope to burn out the defenders.
The only reason why Shallya's temple here in Essental had not been mistaken for her father's temple or some well constructed military barracks, was due to the use of white paint to coat the walls and ceilings as well as the beautiful murals within the temple hall that showed various depictions of Shallya. And the only object that used marble in it's creation was the statue of the Weeping Maiden herself.
All in all, the temple of Shallya in Essental was, in essence, a small fortress. Designed to withstand a siege for at least a month or two, stretched to four months if food and water was properly rationed and if there were a sufficient number of defenders inside. It had all seemed excessive and useless when the late Captain and his wife had built the temple. But it would seem that time had proven them right, as the villagers were now all hunkered down within it's thick walls, safe from the bloodthirsty Greenskins that were trying to force their way inside.
But it would not remain this way forever.
Another loud roar echoed through the confines of the temple accompanied by something large and heavy smashing against the thick oaken doors, dislodging some of the tables and beds that were piled against the entrance as an improvised barricade. Giselle took a moment to look at her comrades.
Several dozen armed men were currently within the hall and all were desperately fighting to keep the Greenskins out of the temple, keeping them from not only taking their lives but the lives of their wives and children hiding within the cellars just beneath them. They would point their guns through the small windows and shoot at the Goblins and Orcs massed outside, all the while cutting down any of the smaller abominations seeking to climb through.
She could see Wulfrik and Erik on one of the balconies up top, firing through the small windows at the horde of green outside, the former roaring out expletives and curses at the filthy savages down below as he shot at them, while the latter calmly sniped at their enemies with his rifle. Mauser was also present as were Bertha's two sons, hurriedly reloading all the spent firearms of the embattled militiamen as to allow them to keep on shooting, their hands almost a blur of frantic movement.
The Bretonnian maid's attention was torn away from them when another Goblin soon emerged through the window. With her scattergun still spent, Giselle once again reversed her hold on it and used it as an improvised club, smashing the unfortunate Greenskin on the head. She frowned in distaste at the sight of filthy little monster's skull shattering like a ripe melon.
But soon after this monster was felled the sounds of various cries of alarm and curses reached Giselle's ears, causing her to turn towards the source of the commotion. Several Goblins had managed to climb through the windows and gained a foothold within the temple. The militiamen immediately engaged these beasts with cold steel and pointblank gunfire, killing many of them within moments. But a few of them were able to slip pass the men and continued sprinting forward.
And they had their eyes fixed on Giselle.
The young Paravonnese woman quickly held her scattergun at the ready as the Goblins neared. One of them immediately leaped through the air with it's club poised to strike. Giselle easily batted it out of the air with a well placed swing of her scattergun, it's sturdy stock smashing several of it's ribs and sending it tumbling across the floor. The maid was about to swing her weapon once again but the next Goblin proved much faster as it quickly closed the distance and tackled Giselle to the ground.
She yelped in pain as she fell to the hard floor, but she fought through the dizziness and discomfort she felt and quickly grabbed the Goblin's hand, stopping it before it could plunge it's knife into her tender flesh. The Bretonnian was somewhat surprised to find that this diminutive creature was stronger than it looked as she struggled to hold it's weapon off. And that's when Giselle noticed something odd about this Goblin.
Having been born in Paravonne which was very close to the Grey Mountains, Giselle has had many encounters with Greenskins in the past. And she knew enough about their kind that there was something off about this Goblin on top of her. It's eyes were yellow instead of red and they were oddly goat-like. And then there was that look it gave her.
Giselle was no stranger to being the recipient of desirous and lustful gazes, especially from those who harbored less than honorable intentions towards her. And this Goblin on top of her looked like it wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and plunder her body of all the wonderful delights it had to offer. She would have none of it however.
"Get off of me you little enfoiré!" Giselle shouted at it, glaring at the Goblin with obvious disgust.
She raised her fist and was about to deliver a mean punch directly at this vile little creature's crooked nose. But a pair of grubby green hands grabbed a firm hold on her arm, stopping her. She gasped in surprise as she turned towards the one responsible. She was met with the horrid sight of another Goblin, and the ugly green creature was grinning madly at her as it kept a firm hold on her arm. And Giselle noted that this Goblin also possessed the same eerie yellow eyes as the other one.
With the timely assistance it got, the other Goblin standing on top of Giselle took this opportunity to reach out with it's other hand, grabbed the front of her dress, and tore a large piece of it off. Revealing a large portion of her impressive mounds in the process.
Giselle cried out in alarm, deeply appalled and more than a little embarrassed at what this disgusting monster just did to her. She tried her best to shake the damned things off but they simply would not let go. And to make things worse, a third Goblin decided to join in on their fun. The despicable little bastard wasted no time as it went and grabbed Giselle's skirt and started tearing it off as well.
The Bretonnian maid started struggling even more, trying to kick off the ugly beast as she cursed in her native tongue. Of all the times for someone to try and force themselves upon her, it had to be now at the midst of battle and inside a temple dedicated to Shallya. And the ones trying to do it were a bunch of ugly little Greenskins! This was a truly unexpected and most humiliating turn of events for the Bretonnian.
She would have much rather that handsome silvery haired barbarian be the one doing the deed. Giselle would not have minded in the least had it been him.
When the first Goblin reached out and grabbed a handful of her impressive mounds and the one at her legs began pulling at her undergarments, she finally had enough. By the Lady herself, Giselle du Galle would not stand for this indignity!
She glared hatefully at the Goblin on top of her, and her brown eyes glowed with a deep green light for the briefest of moments. And barely a second after that, the Goblin started crying out, eyes bulging out of their sockets. The beast instinctively released it's hold over Giselle and brought it's arms to it's sides, trying in vain to bring some measure of relief to the terrible, terrible agony that wracked it's entire body.
With the Goblin preoccupied by it's sudden, mysterious ailment, Giselle took this chance to shove the creature off of her, sending it tumbling to the floor where it continued to writhe wildly in absolute torment. The other Goblin who was holding onto Giselle's arm looked towards it's kin in surprise, wondering what had just happened. Distracted as it was, it had no time to defend itself when Giselle smashed her fist onto it's ugly face. The Goblin was knocked back from the force of the Bretonnian maid's punch, one that contained all her righteous feminine fury behind it. And the distinct sound of bones breaking was music to her ears.
She then turned her attention to the third Goblin crouched over her legs, having succeeded in tearing much of her skirt off and had managed to pull her underwear down to her knees. That was as far as it would get. Giselle reared up her leg and sent a strong kick towards the little monster's face, sending it tumbling away across the floor.
Now that she was finally free, Giselle quickly got back up and pulled up her underwear. Her eyes immediately fell upon the first Goblin who had the utter gall to try and defile her, still writhing and screaming on the floor but was now leaking blood through it's mouth and nose as whatever mysterious malady it suffered continued to tear it's body from the inside.
She drew out the arming sword sheathed at her waist, marched up to the downed and writhing abomination and plunged the tip of her sword into it's exposed belly. The Goblin shuddered and cried out in pain as a result before slowly going still as it's tainted life left it's body. Looking at it with utter disdain, Giselle pulled out her sword from the now dead Goblin and turned towards the one she kicked away.
The little beast was now trying to get back up, mewling piteously in pain as blood continued to leak out of it's filthy maw, now missing several teeth. Giselle walked up to it and swung her blade directly towards it's neck, severing it cleanly off it's shoulders and sending it's head falling down to the floor. It's face still stuck in a mask of pain.
The maid promptly kicked it's ugly head away. She then turned her sights towards the last Goblin, intent on skewering it with her blade like the disgusting green swine that it was. But she need not bother.
Bertha had already done the deed for her, the innkeeper having decapitated the little bastard with her long chopping knife. With the Goblin very much dead, the innkeeper brought her sight towards Giselle and a look of worry soon graced her face.
"Giselle, are you alright!" Bertha exclaimed as she hurriedly walked over to her Bretonnian serving girl, noting the torn state of her dress. In response, Giselle gave her employer one of her characteristic cheerful smiles, one that stood out of place with her current disheveled state.
"Oh not to worry Bertha. I am perfectly fine, merci" she lightheartedly said to the older woman.
"Fine? You look terrible!" Bertha cried out distress as she noted the younger woman's rather unfortunate state of dress. "I can't believe these disgusting little midgets would do this to you"
The Bretonnian maid adopted an almost childlike look of puzzlement before she gestured to her self. "Oh this?"
"It would seem that little moi is so alluring that even primitive animals are driven into heat. Unfortunately for them, they picked the wrong mademoiselle to rut with" came her self-satisfied response, smirking rather smugly.
Bertha sighed and shook her head at that in mild exasperation, though she was still glad to see her serving girl was perfectly alright. She then gave her young maid a knowing smile "Well you better cover up now. Can't have you distracting the men with your breasts hanging out"
Realization quickly dawned upon the young woman, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly in embarrassment. She quickly tied up the front of her torn dress, seeking to conceal as much of her sizable twin peaks as possible. She only partly succeeded, for there was still a healthy amount of cleavage bared as well a good portion of her lean and taut belly exposed. And her skirt was beyond repair, now leaving much of her legs exposed. Her creamy thighs, toned and unblemished, bare for all to see.
She would need a change of wardrobe later.
Turning her attention back to the battle on hand, Giselle's gaze fell upon the sight of the militiamen killing the last of the Goblins who had managed to climb through earlier as well as holding back the ones still outside. She then looked towards one of the more unfortunate militiamen currently seated on the floor and propped up against the nearby wall, pressing his bloodied hand to his side, staunching his bleeding wound.
The maid quickly walked up towards the injured man. Upon reaching him, Giselle wore an encouraging smile upon her face as she held out her hand towards the man and spoke. "Come now, up you go. There's still a battle to be won and I can't have such a big, strong man like you just sitting around"
The injured man in question turned to Giselle when she spoke, and despite his current discomfort the man could not help but feel the stirrings of desire at the sight of the beautiful serving girl, which was roused even further upon seeing her rather compromising state of dress. Giselle could feel the way his appreciative gaze roamed freely across her body and she could sense the burgeoning desire and hunger she had inspired in him. The smile she wore deepened ever so slightly.
She did not mind his lustful gaze. It was rather appreciated in fact. She spoke to the man again, her tone playful and with a hint of desire. "Take my hand now. You can look as much as you want later when everything is over, monsieur"
That served to break the man out of his slight daze as he, with great reluctance, tore his gaze away from Giselle's large mounds and looked her in the eyes. He smirked at her and nodded. "Well, that's something to look forward to at least"
He reached up and grabbed the maid's hand and used it to pull himself back up. With him back to his feet and standing at his full height, the man tilted his head slightly down to look at Giselle, his demeanor calm and confident.
"I'm alright now. You go back and rejoin the others. We won't let any of these Greenskins get pass us again" came the man's stern declaration before he promptly turned around and rejoined his fellow militiamen, his sword drawn and ready to smite the foes of the Empire. The wound he had suffered now completely forgotten.
Had he been paying more attention earlier, the man would have noticed the subtle green glow that enveloped the maid's hand when he took it. And had he been paying more attention, he would have noticed the way his wound had closed up, leaving only a thin scar behind. But of course, the man did not notice any of these trivial details. He had been much too focused on the ravishing young lady in front of him and the words she said to him, filling his heart and mind with renewed courage and vigour. Ready to defend her to the last.
The Bretonnian maid cast the man a rather mischievous look, feeling quite satisfied with herself. She turned around and made to join Bertha's side near the back of the hall. She sheathed her sword and picked up her discarded scattergun before once again reloading it with fresh powder and shot.
Another loud roar echoed through the hall of the temple, followed by the sound of something crashing against the thick doors. Giselle glanced towards the sealed and barricaded entrance, and her previous feelings of mirth and satisfaction once again gave way to genuine concern.
Captain Friedrich and Priestess Hannah might have designed this temple to last against a siege, to serve as a fall back point for the villagers while they waited for help, but that was only if their enemies were content on waiting that long. And the Greenskins were not so generous as to allow that to happen. Soon they would all break through the door, and when that happens, Giselle and her friends would undoubtedly die a gruesome death. Or worse.
If their fortunes do not improve, Giselle feared that she might be forced to use some of her 'hidden talents' to aid the people here. At least, a lot more openly than she had been doing since this whole battle began. But she was quite reluctant to do so, for that would surely bring unwanted attention upon her.
She did not need another belligerent group of Witch Hunters seeking to burn her at the stake. Or another team of Wizards from the Colleges of Magic trying to hunt her down and kill her as a dark sorcerer. She had suffered plenty of annoyances like that in the past already.
Oh how she wished her knight would finally come to her rescue, before it was all too late.
On the upper part of the temple near one of the windows, Erik brought his rifle to bear once more, already loaded and cocked. He did not need much time to aim as the Greenskins were so tightly packed together that hitting them was not an issue. He squeezed the trigger and out came the deafening report of his rifle, followed by the sight of an Orc getting knocked down to the ground, sporting a decent sized hole on it's head.
In retaliation for the young Hochlander's actions, several arrows were launched from among the gathered horde and flew through the air towards Erik. The man simply stepped to side and all those arrows either passed harmlessly through the space he once occupied, or they simply clattered against the side of the temple's wall, missing him outright.
He could not help but smirk at his enemies as he calmly reloaded his rifle. Greenskin marksmanship was truly abysmal, he thought. Every bit as poor as the bows and arrows they make. Erik was confident that he and the rest of the militia could easily defeat all these monster despite their superior number. They were in a fortified position and the horde outside were much too exposed. They had enough guns on hand and plenty of ammunition to spare. And every one of them were a decent enough shot with a rifle or pistol. They would have won. Could have won.
Another loud bang echoed through the confines of the temple hall, accompanied by the distinct sound of crunching wood. A bitter smile made it's way to his lips. They could have won, had that giant of an Orc were not currently banging against the temple doors, trying to force it's way in. They simply did not have enough men on hand to handle something like that. For no matter how much he and the others tried to shoot it, the foul beast simply would not go down. And it was impossible for them to concentrate all their efforts towards it as the rest of the horde were also trying to break inside and slaughter them all.
They needed help. And they needed it now.
He glanced to the side, seeing his grizzled old partner bring his rifle to bear against the horde outside. A thunderous report came out from his firearm, and a look of grim satisfaction showed on Wulfrik's face, a clear sign that he shot down his intended target.
"Hope you like the taste of that you ugly green huhrensohn!" the retired State Army sergeant roared out to them, before stepping back into cover just a couple of arrows passed through the space he once occupied.
"Ever the poet are you Wulfrik?" the younger man quipped, causing the grizzled soldier to merely scoff as he reloaded his rifle.
"I might very well die this day, but I will be damned if I simply make it easy for these green bastards" came the older man's cold words, a grim smile settling upon his bearded face.
Erik smiled at that. "On that, we can agree"
Erik aimed through the window once again with his rifle, took a brief moment to line up a shot, before sending another high-velocity lead ball towards an unfortunate Goblin, destroying a decent chunk of it's skull in the process. He stepped back into the safety of the thick stone wall as he repeated the same motions of reloading.
While he did this, the Hochlander hunter peered through the window to once again examine their dire situation. There were still more than a hundred of those Greenskins left, a majority of which were Goblins but with dozens of Orcs within the horde as well. And everyone of them were fully intent on killing them, down to the last child. No doubt spurred on by the presence of their Warboss. If they could only kill that huge thing, all the rest of these Greenskins would quickly scatter, either losing heart and flee or fall into absolute chaos and perhaps turn upon each other as Greenskins tend to do..
The Warboss was still in the process of breaking down the doors, rearing up it's large fist to smash against the entrance of the temple, which was already sporting large dents and warps on it's thick oaken surface. Those doors will not hold for long. He reckoned they could only suffer a couple more hits before they finally go down. He needed to prevent it somehow.
Erik would try and take that thing down again, even though he knew it was fruitless since that giant of an Orc had proven incredibly resilient, capable of surviving even direct shots to the head. He was about to bring out his newly reloaded rifle again and take aim at the Warboss, when the young man noticed something rather peculiar.
He saw someone calmly walking out from one of the streets and entering the courtyard. With his keen eyes, Erik saw the person's face and he immediately recognized him.
"Oi, Wulfrik! Look at this" he called out to his partner.
"Yes lad, those Greenskins are mighty pretty, I know" came the older man's derisive remark as he continued to reload his firearm.
Erik rolled his eyes in annoyance before speaking once more. "Not the Greenskins you stubborn old ox! Just look"
The older man grunted as he did as his comrade asked and looked through the window. Erik pointed out towards the person in the distance and spoke. "See that man over there? Isn't that the strange Northman fellow that Tanya and Anna pulled out from the river some days past?"
Wulfrik frowned and with his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of the man. "Aye, I remember him. But why is that bloody idiot waltzing around out there for?
They continued to watch with interest as the muscled and silvery haired man calmly walked up to the raging horde, all of which still had their backs turned towards him and had yet to realize his presence, even the hulking Orc Warboss.
But that soon changed when the two militiamen saw the silvery haired Northman pick up a sizable piece of broken stone from the ground, gave it a couple experimental bounces within his hand, before throwing it. The large piece of stone flew through the air with great speed before impacting the back of the Orc Warboss' head. This caused the giant of an Orc to halt it's attack against the temple doors mid-swing.
"Holy Sigmar, the balls on this man" Wulfrik muttered in surprise, eyes wide. It truly took a lot of courage, or suicidal nerve, to try and outright provoke something as big and mean as an Orc Warboss. And this strange barbarian just went and did exactly that by throwing a rock at it.
And it would seem that the Warboss itself had the exact same thoughts coursing through it's primitive mind, as Erik noted the look of confusion and surprise upon it's ugly, scarred visage, clearly wondering who had the utter gall to throw something at him. Which then turned into one of anger as the hulking Orc turned around to look at the one responsible, no doubt intent on crushing it for this offense.
It's beady red eyes soon fell upon the silvery haired man. This action also served to turn several of the other Greenskins' attention from the defenders within the temple to the one that their leader was looking at. But instead of running for his life as he rightly should for earning the unsavory attentions of these green monsters, the man continued to defy Wulfrik's and Erik's expectations. By pulling out one of those knives sheathed at his leather harness, and threw it at the Warboss.
A pained yelp escaped from the huge Greenskin's mouth as the small, sharpened piece of steel pierced it's big, snout-like nose. It brought it's large hand to it's face and quickly pulled out the knife before nursing it's abused nostrils. The sight was rather comical, and Erik could not help but chuckle in amusement. Wulrik on the other hand was visibly torn between praising this Northman for having such courage, and cursing him for being an utter fool.
The Warboss' scarred visage twisted into one of mad rage as he turned his sights back at the human who hurt him. It unleashed a deafening, bloodcurdling roar before charging towards the lone human, it's enormous choppa raised in preparation to cleave him in two. In it's rage filled dash towards it's new foe, the Orc Warboss ended up bowling over or outright crushing some of it's fellow Greenskins. But it did not care however, it's mind was focused solely upon that silver haired human.
And that human still remained calm as ever, as he simply stood his ground and leveled his stoic gaze at the incoming Orc. When the Warboss was within striking range, it brought it's choppa down upon the human with all the strength it's huge, trunk-like arms could unleash. Wulfrik and Erik thought that this Northman was certainly done for.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when this man swiftly leaped to the side and avoided the hulking Orc's downward swing. The large and cumbersome weapon impacted the cobblestone ground instead, shattering it and spraying the area with rocks and dirt. The man himself was already back on his feet, standing just several feet to the side of the large Orc, still maintaining that veneer of calm of his.
Furious that it failed to kill him, the Warboss pulled it's weapon out of the ground and reared it up in preparation for a mighty swing towards the human, one that would cleave even a Troll in half with a single blow. At the same time, many of the nearby Goblins and Orcs roared out as they charged towards the lone human in their midst, intent on hacking him apart and devour his corpse.
"Oi! Get out of there you bloody fool!" Wulfrik shouted out to the silver haired barbarian in warning. But much to his chagrin, the man remained where he was, seemingly unconcerned. Did this man have some sort of death wish perhaps?
When the Orc finally unleashed it's attack, it's enormous implement speeding towards him, the mysterious man quickly dived down to the ground and the Warboss' weapon passed over him harmlessly, missing him by mere inches. But the other Greenskins were not so fortunate though. The enormous choppa ended up hitting them instead, it's enormous sharp edge mowed down more than a dozen of them in one pass, tearing their bodies apart and showering the area with blood and gore.
Now that really caught the two's attention, not expecting such a blunder from the Warboss. But the massive Orc was not in least concerned about the most unfortunate demise it had wrought upon it's kin. It's attention was still solely focused upon the annoying human in front of it, as it raised it's massive choppa up in preparation for one great cleave.
The silvery haired man they were observing was already back on his feet, strong legs crouched slightly, ready to propel him away. When the Orc's weapon soon came crashing down upon him, the man quickly jumped to the side once again, deftly avoiding the heavy and cumbersome blow.
A pair of Orcs had been ready to hack the silvery haired man apart as they approached him from behind, roaring out in rage as they did so. But when the wily human jumped away, they were the ones struck by their Warboss' great choppa instead. Their remains now splattered across the ground in dozens of bloody pieces.
Annoyed by it's lack of progress and still unmindful of the gruesome deaths it was inflicting upon it's own forces, the Warboss shifted it's choppa and swung it towards the human once more, seeking to literally sweep him away with the monstrous weapon's keen edge. Only to be disappointed, when the man simply somersaulted over the incoming choppa, avoiding it entirely.
A large group of Goblins who had been seeking to aid their leader and swamp the lone human warrior, were met with a most gruesome and untimely end. Their leader's choppa crashed into their group. The force behind it sending their wrecked bodies hurtling through the air until they either crashed to the ground or they collided with a wall and were literally splattered all over it.
It was now clear for them to see that, while this Warboss was exceedingly powerful and resilient, it was sorely lacking in either discipline or skill. Trusting solely upon it's strength to carry it through. As such it came as no surprise when the Warboss ended up hitting it's own allies once again.
More and more of the Greenskins were soon drawn away from the defenders within the temple as they turned their attention towards the human battling against their mighty leader. The Orcs upon seeing a more worthwhile foe, immediately charged towards the lone human while the more numerous Goblins were content on simply shadowing their new adversary from the side, looking for a more perfect time to strike as to not get accidentally struck by their rampaging leader. A wise decision on the part of the smaller Greenskins, depending on the observer.
Seeing the many Orcs closing in around him, the silvery haired human quickly dashed away to try and avoid them, expertly weaving around each of the large brutes with impressive swiftness, either avoiding their clumsy attacks outright or simply parrying them with his sword. And for those who proved too annoying and persistent, the warrior would deliver a swift and precise strike at either their legs or their eyes, wounding and disabling them, but not stopping long enough to finish them off.
Their own Warboss did that for him when it continued to accidentally hit it's own fellow Orcs in it's mindless rampage.
He continued using this particular tactic for a while, simply dodging and weaving and dashing around, parrying some incoming blows and delivering quick and debilitating strikes at a few of his foes. And he never once stopped, appearing almost like a white flash among them as the idiotic brutes tried and failed to pin him down and kill him.
And of course, the Warboss continued it's hardest to try and hit him, and failing spectacularly as it ended up hitting it's own fellow Orcs in the process, either killing them outright or brutally injuring them. And it did not care in the least. It's rage clouded it's already poor sense of judgement.
Made even worse when the lone human picked up a discarded sword from the ground and hurled it over towards the Warboss, hitting it in the face. The edge left only a small but noticeable cut upon it's skin, nothing serious. But it served to anger the beast even more as it chased after him with greater ferocity, roaring out all the while.
"Ah ha ha ha!" Erik laughed out loud, utterly amused as he pointed out at bloody spectacle happening in front of them. "Look at him lead that Warboss around, like an Estalian bullfighter!"
Wulfrik could not help but chuckle at that, in agreement with his younger comrade.
And as if to prove him right, the mysterious man in front of them was purposely running towards one of the large groups of Goblins. The little Green monsters all cried out in alarm and fear as they saw the incoming human with their leader chasing after him, it's face twisted in mad rage. The Warboss raised it's choppa up once again, fully intent on smashing apart this pesky human. Only for him to suddenly veer to the side just as his weapon came falling down, and the Warboss once again struck it's own allies instead, killing several of the Goblins in that disastrous move.
"Oi, Erik! Wulfrik! What's going on up there?!" came the puzzled voice of one of the militiamen.
"Why have the Greenskins stopped attacking?!" another militiaman sounded off, confused as to why their enemies suddenly stopped trying to butcher them.
"Just look out the windows and see for yourselves!" Erik cried out to them in response, not bothering to hide the mirth in his voice. "Taal's breath, you're not gonna believe it otherwise"
Everyone in the hall did as he said as they quickly ran towards the nearest windows and tried to peer outside, to see what exactly was going on. Mauser also went and had a look, as did Bertha and her sons. And of course, the Bretonnian maid was among them as well. Hoping to see if it was the one whom she had been waiting for all this time.
There he was, that same mysterious man that Tanya and Anna had saved a while back. He was all alone as he fought against Greenskins that were more than a hundred times his number. And he was actually winning.
He picked up a discarded choppa from the ground as he ran and quickly hurled it to the side. It soared through the air while spinning around with great speed, before impacting a pair of Goblins who were about to loose deadly shafts at him. The unfortunate little Greenskins were cut messily in half by the deadly spinning projectile as a result.
And when an Orc Shaman was about to cast a spell, it's eyes glowing bright as it gibbered and jabbered in it's own foul language, the man picked up a discarded spear off the ground and hurled it towards the Orc Shaman's direction. The flying spear struck true, impaling the mad Orc through it's open mouth, silencing it.
"Now that's one way of dealing with an enemy spell caster" Mauser muttered under his breath in awe, his critical gaze filled with approval as he watched the young man fight.
And this grew even further when the man finally changed tactics as he leaped into a large group of Goblins, armed with a shortsword in one hand and a wicked looking three-bladed dagger in the other. He then proceeded to cut down the Goblins surrounding him with ruthless efficiency.
He lashed out with his dagger and severed a Goblin's whole arm as it raised it's weapon, before kicking it away and sent it crashing towards a couple of it's kin, knocking them to the ground. One of the little Greenskins sought to attack him with it's spiked club, only for him to deftly parry the cumbersome blow with his sword before slicing it's belly and neck wide open with two very fast and precise slashes with his sword and dagger. He immediately followed this with a powerful sweeping kick aimed towards another incoming Goblin, hitting the creature squarely at the side of it's head, shattering a portion of it's skull as well as bending it's neck at an impossible angle.
"Unbelievable" Bertha breathed out, frowning upon the man's brutal display of carnage. "And here I thought drunken Ulrican Priests were bloodthirsty madmen. This lad could give them a run for their money"
When she saw him decapitate two of the little Greenskins with a single swing of his sword, followed by him disemboweling another Goblin with that triple-bladed dagger of his, spilling it's blood and innards all over the ground as a result, Bertha felt correct in her earlier assumptions about this young man being some Northman barbarian. She took comfort in the fact that he was turning his wrath against the Greenskins, and not the innocent people of this village.
Her sons had a slightly different reaction to his displays though.
"Wow! He is so good!" Felix exclaimed in awe.
"No, he is better than good. He is awesome!" countered by Hans, eyes sparkling with admiration.
And this only increased further, when four of the little Green bastards tried to attack him at the same time from different directions, armed with an assortment of deadly weapons. But this man simply proved the better fighter as he delivered lighting fast strikes and slashes with his lethal implements. Disarming, crippling and then killing each of them all within a span of exactly three seconds.
When the Orc Warboss came in to try and end his life, swinging his massive choppa down towards him, the man simply dashed to the side, barreling through a couple of Goblins in the process. And the Warboss' weapon ended up smashing apart one of it's unfortunate subordinates instead.
While everyone else either felt admiration or fear as they continued to watch the strange looking warrior fight off the Greenskins, many of them even openly cheering him on and with some placing bets, Giselle had a slightly different reaction to his impressive displays.
"Oh! Just look at him!" Giselle thought aloud in utter delight. Her eyes wide as she stared at him, heart filled with awe and fierce longing. "Such bravery! Such élan! How can any maiden's heart not be moved?"
And the Bretonnian's heart was so moved. But as she continued to watch him fight.
Where he decapitated two more Goblins with both of his deadly tools of war within a blink of an eye, shortly before dashing to the side to avoid another cumbersome attack from the furious Warboss, where upon the silvery haired warrior hurled his sword at a nearby Orc, skewering it through the neck, and then throwing his triple-bladed dagger towards another pair of Goblins, severing their heads cleanly off their shoulders.
Giselle became more than just moved. She fell in love!
She instinctively licked her lips as she looked at him with fierce hunger in her eyes. If her silvery haired knight could fight with such skill, such vigour and such strength, Giselle could only imagine how great a lover he must be. But it could also mean that he was just as relentless and brutal. That brought a frown to her face.
"By the Lady, he must be an utter beast in bed! Poor little moi would be unable to walk properly for at least a week!" she thought with some trepidation, more than a little fearful at such a possibility. But as she continued to watch her brave and handsome knight fight.
Whereupon he picked up a large, bronze plated round-shield from the ground, used it to block a few arrows loosed at him by a trio of Goblins, after which he charged straight towards them and used the shield to ram the little monsters, sending them crashing a good ways away. And then he quickly hurled the shield towards the incoming Orc Warboss, hitting the massive thing squarely in the eye with it's hard rim, sending it staggering backwards while howling in pain. Causing it to bring it's hand to it's abused eye and massage it.
While the enormous Orc was still stunned by that unexpected attack, the shield had bounced off and the silvery haired warrior quickly ran towards it and caught it in midair, which he then used to bash a Goblin on the head when the sneaky little bastard tried to blindside him with it's sword, dashing it's skull in the process.
After such an impressive display, Giselle soon changed her mind as she grinned lasciviously at him. "It would not be so bad, getting mercilessly ravished by him. It might even be fun really"
She discreetly slipped her hand in between her thighs, and began rubbing her already moist entrance furiously with her fingers, her breaths becoming heavy and hot as she stared at him with rapturous desire. "Yes. So fun indeed…"
While the buxom Bretonnian quietly pleasured herself as she continued to watch him fight, dipping a couple of digits into her increasingly wet cunny and stroking herself, all the while fantasizing about the two of them engaged in all manner of lurid positions, the Goblin Slayer remained firmly focused upon his chosen trade.
An Orc charged at him from the side, seeking to run him through with it's barbed spear. He swiftly twisted to the side and avoided the incoming thrust, after which he grabbed a firm hold onto it's shaft with his free hand while at the very same time he swung his shield backwards and smashed the side of the Greenskin's head with it's hard rim. The Orc's skull was shattered as a result, eliciting an audible wet crunch. It soon lost grip of it's weapon as it fell to the ground.
Now armed with his newly acquired weapon, Giselle watched her handsome knight plunge it's wicked tip deep into another incoming Orc, piercing it straight through it's dark heart. He immediately pulled out the long shaft and delivered a strong kick at the middle of the Orc's torso, knocking it backwards as it continued to bleed heavily. Next to taste the sting of his spear was a Goblin who had tried to sneak up on him from behind, where he skewered the nasty little green midget right through the head.
With the Goblin still impaled upon his spear, he hurled it to the side and sent it's lifeless body crashing upon another one of it's kin who was about to loose an arrow at him. Another Orc attempted to cut him down with it's choppa, hoping to finally end this annoying human's deadly rampage. It swung it's weapon down at him with all the force it could muster, only for the man to skillfully deflect his attack by raising his shield and angling it, the choppa sliding harmless to the side as a result. Adjusting his hold upon the spear, the Slayer stabbed at the Orc at an angle, impaling it through the neck.
He promptly shoved the beast back and pulled out his spear from it's neck before swiftly shifting his shield to the back of his head, just in time to block a deadly strike from another Goblin that had tried to smash his skull with it's club. A look of utter surprise graced the foolish little creature's face, not expecting the human to be aware of his surprise attack. It did not have long to dwell upon this failure though, as the Slayer reverse his hold on the spear and stabbed backwards, plunging the barbed tip right through the Goblin's right eye until it ruptured out the back it's skull.
It was at this time that the Warboss had finally recovered from the agony it felt from it's badly abused eye, now turning it's pained and furious gaze back towards the Slayer, one eye now a puffed up mass of black and blue. It unleashed another bloodcurdling roar, one full of hate and murderous intent, before leaping towards the human with it's massive choppa raised high in preparation for one, mighty blow.
The Slayer saw it coming and immediately dashed to the side to avoid the coming blow. But he was unprepared for the full might of the Warboss' attack however, when it smashed onto the space he previously occupied with such force that he was flung off his feet and sent tumbling violently across the ground a few yards away. The whole area was showered with rocks and dirt, causing everyone nearby instinctively covered their eyes.
Dazed and in pain from his violent contact with the hard ground, the silvery haired man nonetheless tried to get back up, wincing as he did so. One of the Goblins soon leaped towards him and landed on top of his shoulders while his back was still turned. He immediately released his hold on his spear and grabbed a firm hold of the Goblin's dagger before it could plunge deep into his chest. And it was a good thing that he did, for he noticed that the rusty blade was actually coated with some kind of poison.
With the man holding onto it's weapon and preventing it from stabbing him, the Goblin simply opened it's filthy maw filled with many sharp and pointed teeth, and bit him hard on the shoulder.
The Slayer cried out in pain as the beast sunk it's teeth deep into his flesh. He quickly released his hold upon his shield, grabbed the Goblin's head and tried to remove the damn thing. Seeing that the human was occupied and opened to attack, several of the Goblins soon drew out their bows prepared to loose deadly shafts at him.
Seeing the attack coming, he turned his back towards the direction of the bow wielding Goblins just as they launched their arrows at him. The feathered shafts flew through the air and ended up hitting the Goblin still hanging onto the back of the Slayer. The Goblin cried out in pain as a result and instinctively release it's feral hold upon him. He promptly hurled the little Greenskin off of him, glad to be rid of the annoying monster.
But he had no time for a reprieve however as he had dive to the side once again to avoid another crushing blow from the Warboss. More Orcs and even more Goblins soon rushed towards him, intent on swarming him from all directions. The Slayer simply pulled out his remaining three-blade dagger and another throwing knife and readied to fight off the incoming mob.
It was now clear for all to see that he was in trouble, and Mauser was the first to react. He turned towards everyone else present within the hall while pointing towards the beleaguered man
"Oi! The Northman's in trouble! We need to help the lad, quick!"
The aged Gunsmith quickly shouldered his rifle, aimed towards the closest Greenskin and shot the monster in the back of the head. Everyone was swift to follow his example as they all shouldered their guns, picked a target. Bertha and her sons delivered accurate fire with their pistols at some bow-wielding Goblins before they could loose a shaft. Wulfrik and Erik sniped a couple of Orcs from up top before they could even reach the Slayer with their choppas.
And of course, Giselle had immediately halted her self-gratifications the moment she saw her knight in need of help. She brought her scattergun to bear and blasted apart a large group of Goblins with two quick, successive shots before they could swarm her newly found beloved. She would not allow any of them to harm her man. Not while she was watching.
All the rest of the militiamen opened fire upon the Greenskin horde, killing dozens upon dozens of them in an instant with accurate rifle and pistol fire. This sudden, renewed attack from the villagers caused the surviving Goblins to finally lose heart and flee, no longer seeing any point in remaining within the death trap that they now found themselves in. Even the few Orcs still left alive began to hesitate, their feeble minds now comprehending the danger they were in.
Some of them wisely chose to flee along with their smaller cousins. But the more idiotic and bloodthirsty of them chose to stay and fight, charging towards the silvery haired human. And the Slayer simply cut them all down as just punishment for their foolishness.
Thanks to the villagers most timely assistance, Goblin Slayer soon turned his attention to the only remaining Greenskin that posed any threat, the Warboss. The enormous Orc was currently roaring towards it's fleeing minions, cursing at them in it's own foul tongue as it tried to get them to come back and keep fighting.
But it's angry cries and curses were either ignored, or were answered with some colorful denials from it's own swiftly retreating kin, much to it's utter frustration.
The Slayer saw this, and he could not resist smirking at them disdainfully. Typical Goblin nature, he thought. All spineless cowards by heart, with eyes fixed only upon their own survival. His only regret at the moment, was that he could not run down and kill every last one of them. At least, not today. For he had much bigger fish to roast.
A distant gunshot soon erupted from the other side of town and he turned slightly towards its direction. The cold look within his crimson eyes soon turned predatory. It would seem those two girls had finished preparing the fire, so it was time for him to start cooking.
He turned his predatory gaze towards the Warboss, eyes once again glowing with their eerie red light. This caught the attention of those who saw it, staring at the Slayer with either bemused or slightly fearful looks, wondering as to why his eyes were glowing like that.
Giselle saw this as well, and a rather thoughtful look graced her comely face. "Hmm… interesting"
"Would you look at that" he spoke towards the Warboss. His tone purposely mocking and contemptuous. "It would seem you are all alone now Goblin. What a shame"
Despite it's primitive, rage-filled mind, the Warboss was still able to understand what he said, and it grew even angrier as it turned towards the Slayer.
"ME NO WEEDLING GOBBO! ME ORK! ME ORK BOZZ!"
The Warboss roared out to him in defiance, it's scarred and misshapen face still a mask of apoplectic fury, foaming at the mouth as it growled. Goblin Slayer was not in the least perturbed. He merely scoffed at it, his crimson eyes showing nothing but utter loathing and disgust towards it.
"A Goblin by another name then. You will still die the same, as countless others of your wretched, gods forsaken kind" he spoke with such deathly coldness that actually served to chill the spines of those who heard it. And one woman in particular nearly swooned.
The Warboss bellowed out another war-cry as it raised it's choppa up before smashing it down upon him, one that the Slayer unsurprisingly managed to avoid by leaping to the side. He smirked at the foul brute before waving it over.
"Come on now little Goblin. Let's go and play you and I" he taunted, crimson eyes still glowing and brimming with sinister glee.
And the Warboss easily gave in to his goading, charging towards him as fast as it's ponderous legs could manage. The Slayer promptly sprinted away, purposely leading the hulking Orc out of the temple grounds and into the village's main street, heading directly towards the southern entrance.
"Where is that crazy lad leading that Orc to now?" Bertha loudly mused, looking after the rapidly departing pair with a look of bemusement.
"Come on everyone! Let's go and see what mon heròs plans to do with that big green idiot!" spoken by Giselle in excitement with a rather girlish tone, as she quickly ran towards the barricaded entrance and started hauling off the stuff piled there.
Everyone else chuckled and exchanged looks of amusement before they went and helped the scantily clad Bretonnian maid, also wanting to see what would happen next.
Anna let out a deep breath to steady her nerves, her rifle shouldered and with the barrel propped on the edge of a small upturned cart. The time for when she would finally repay the Slayer for all of his aid drew close. And in the process, perhaps earn some of his approval. He had given her one simple and easy task, by the Heldenhammer and the White Dove, she will not fail him.
The young Stahlhart was currently aiming at a pile of barrels and wooden crates about forty or so yards away, all stacked together just slightly to the side of the village's southern entrance. The barrels were filled to brim with gunpowder, all three of them. And the crates were full of rifle and pistol cartridges, and if she remembered correctly, numbered exactly two hundred or so.
Anna knew very little about ballistics and chemistry, nor was she particularly knowledgeable about explosives. But if remembered correctly everything her father had taught her and Tanya about those aforementioned subjects, as well as the few lessons that Mauser had given them as well, Anna reckoned that the amount of gunpowder she and Tanyad had 'borrowed' from Mauser's workshop and piled together, had roughly enough power to blow apart a large boulder into hundreds of tiny pieces.
And the force of the explosion would be enough to propel those cartridges, all two hundred or so of them, through the air at such blistering speeds that they would literally shred a fully grown ox into bloody confetti. And still have enough momentum to brutally maim a man standing much further away, hence, why she was currently far away and hiding behind something solid.
And if she correctly remembered the properties of gunpowder as taught to them by Mauser and their dear father, then all it would take was one well placed shot at one of those barrels to set off the gunpowder stored inside, and unleash all of their combined power in one large explosion that would propel hundreds of hot lead through the air at all directions at speeds faster than she could blink.
Suffice to say, the trap that the Slayer had them create for the Warboss was, in Anna's humble opinion, a bit excessive. But then again, the Slayer did say that they had to be doubly sure that the trap would truly kill the hulking Orc. Although she distinctly remember him referring to it as a 'giant Goblin'. Rather puzzling, that. She would have to ask him about that later once all this horrid business with Greenskins was over.
One of many questions that Anna planned on asking him actually. And she was certain that her sister had many questions for him as well.
She quietly glanced towards her sister. Tanya was currently crouched behind the same upturned cart, just right next to Anna. She was currently peering through the lens of spyglass that she had also 'borrowed' from Mauser's shop earlier, along with all the gunpowder and cartridges. She had fired her rifle just now, their way of signaling the Slayer that the trap was ready, and now Tanya was using the spyglass to look for his coming, and that of the Warboss that was undoubtedly hot on his heels.
Her sister wore a look of deep concern upon her face as she waited for him to come to view, clenching the edge of the cart rather tightly in nervousness.
Anna could sympathize with her, for she too was worried about him and of this insane plan he had concocted. Anna could still scarcely believe it. Who in their right mind would actually volunteer to fight on hundreds of Greenskins plus an Orc Warboss all on their own, and expect to actually pull it off and live to tell about it? All in an effort to buy the two of them time to set up a trap that had a very high chance of killing him as well as their intended target?
Absolute madness. Honestly, what is it about men going off to do insane feats of heroism and valor? Truly exasperating. It was actually enough to drive Anna mad with worry, hence she went and took another deep breath again to calm her nerves. Yet it also made her want him even more.
A soft smile soon formed on her smooth, pinkish lips.
This Goblin Slayer, as he so called himself, was the most reckless, foolhardy and stubborn man she had ever met. And yet, it only served to make Anna fall for him. More so than she had been since she started helping her sister take care of him. It was madness, she knew, falling for a man she hardly knew, and one that possessed such a breathtaking proficiency in the art of violence and murder.
But it was the truth, that was what Anna felt towards that mysterious stranger with the glowing red eyes and the peculiar silver hair. Hence why she would do her utmost not to fail him.
"Their coming! Get ready!" Tanya exclaimed, breaking her out of her musings. She turned towards her, a look of frantic worry on her face. "Are you sure you want to do this? Maybe it's best I make the shot"
Anna immediately shook her head at that before aiming down with rifle once more, lining a shot at the stack of gunpowder. "No, I'll do it. I can handle this"
Tanya quietly nodded at that before turning her sights back towards the entrance.
Distant roars soon reached Anna's ears, growing louder with each passing second. The earth beneath them shook as well, as heavy footfalls pounded upon the ground at a fast pace. A moment later, Anna could finally see the distant form of the Slayer, muscled body moving and stretching with each stride as his powerful legs propelled him forward. And looming just behind him was the enormous form of the Orc Warboss.
Anna had seen that creature from afar earlier, when they first entered the village and scouted the area around the temple. It was just as frightening and menacing as the first time she saw, especially with it's face all twisted in rage and bloodlust, large slabs of muscle adorning it's massive and powerful body and brandishing the largest and cumbersome looking axe-like weapon that Anna had ever seen.
Anna fought to calm herself lest she ruin her aim. The Slayer was directly within her line of fire as he made his way towards the entrance. He would be passing by the stack of gunpowder on his way out, so she needed to time her shot perfectly. Too soon, and she would end up blowing up the gunpowder while he was still close. Too late, and the Orc would clear the trap before it explodes, after which it would kill the Slayer. And then kill her and Tanya shortly after.
Anna did not want to think about those horrible outcomes. She needed to focus. The man she so admired was depending on her. His very life was in her hands. She needed to do this properly.
He had just cleared the end of the main street and was now about to pass through the entrance, with the Orc still hot on his heels. And the Warboss was merely several feet away from him. Anna felt cold fear grip her heart, her eyes widening and cold sweat passing forming on her brow. The Warboss was much too close. Too close for her to make the shot and set the gunpowder off. The Slayer would be caught in the blast if she did.
The Slayer finally emerged out of the entrance and had just past by the trap, and the Warboss was just several steps behind him. Still very close. She couldn't take the shot, not without killing him as well. She couldn't do it. She was going to fail. She was going to fail him! He was going to die, all of them were going to die, and it was all her fault!
But the next thing she saw, was the Slayer calmly raising that wicked looking three-blade dagger of his, and hurled it backwards. The dagger flew through the air while spinning rapidly, until it struck the Warboss, it's blades burying themselves deep into it's right eye.
The massive Orc soon howled in absolute agony, dropping it's weapon as it brought both hands upon it's ruined eye, already bleeding heavily. It's forward movement was halted as a result as it kept wailing and flailing around like some terribly abused animal. Not knowing that it was standing right next to a stack of powerful explosive material.
By this time, the Slayer had now well cleared the immediate vicinity of the trap, while the Warboss was still by the entrance.
"Shoot it! Now!" he cried out to her.
And that was all Anna needed to hear. She took one more breath to steady herself, before she squeezed the trigger.
And then…
BOOM!
Author's Notes: Whew! Quite the chapter huh? I had a lot of fun writing this you know. So I hoped you'll enjoy it too. I actually had one more scene that I wanted to add here before finally ending it, but I decided that it would far too much and might end up disrupting the overall flow of the this chapter. More so than I already did by adding that little bit of hot sauce there, if you know what I mean. XD
I had intended to post this a few days back, but me and the crew had been way too busy. And stressed out. Passing through pirate infested waters will do that to you.
Anyways, I had received quite a lot of great reviews for the last chapter, as well as a lot of questions and suggestions from you all. So I'll be taking the extra time to properly respond to each and everyone of them. Here it goes:
Reviews Reply:
Kevin Bakeland: I am fully aware that Greenskins in Warhammer Fantasy and 40k have no genitals. But like I said on the previous chapter, there would be Goblin Slayer goblins here as well, so you'll be seeing a bit more of that later. Which also means you'll get to a lot more GS killing those particular breed of Goblins as well. ;) Thanks a lot for reading my story. Here's the new one, hope you enjoy it buddy.
human dragon: Thanks a lot man. Glad to know I could put a smile on your face with my humble work. So here's little bit more of this. Hope you enjoy it.
Guest: Nope, not close enough. I admit that I did draw a bit of inspiration from the old Drachenfels novel when I created Giselle's character. But Giselle on this story is a completely original character of mine. One that I hope you'll come to like.
Dracus6: Hey man. About your suggestions for new crossovers, I appreciate them and all, but I can't say that I'll be able to write them. Or any other new stories for now. It's already taking a lot of my free time just writing this one, so no go on your ideas. But they are placed into close consideration. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed this chapter and continued reading.
solarblaster: Well, that's one thing I plan on exploring as well. Can Goblin Slayer use the gate scroll to pull off a parting of the red seas kind of thing on Archaon and his forces and pour millions of tons of water all over their heads? Would the gate scroll even work in the world of warhammer? And if so, who could link it to the bottom of the ocean then? Or can it even be linked? And would Archaon even be affected by it? All interesting questions. All of which I am eager to present an answer to.
And as for the Goblin Slayer goblins, I knew that presenting them into the World of Warhammer might serve as turn off for some people, but it had to be done. And you would be correct in assuming that once the various cults finally realize the knew evil posed by goblins that they would go and eradicate them. And would seek to help Goblin Slayer out. But this being the World of Warhammer, such things are not so straightforward. It will happen, but not right away.
Anyhow, enjoy this latest chapter my man. And thanks for reading.
Austin: Glad to know you enjoyed my story my man. It had been a natural thing, crossing Goblin Slayer with Warhammer. They all shared the same themes after all, it was so easy. Now, as for the Goblin Slayer goblins. Their presence here in the Old World is not accidental. Their origins and history will be explained further, and you might be right about their being some animosity or outright feuding between Warhammer Goblins and GS Goblins due to biological differences. I think you'll like what I'll come up with.
As for anymore stories similar to this or other genres, I'm afraid to say it, but no. I don't have any other stories lined up right now save for this one and Lord of Death. Cause I plan on finishing both these stories before I make new ones. But your idead about crossing GS with For Honor is really interesting, cause' I happen to be a For Honor fan myself. I'll be thinking about it really well. Anyway, enjoy the latest chapter buddy.
Evowizard25: Glad to know you like my writing style so far. I always enjoyed reading detailed fight scenes. It really serves to give you an idea of how the whole fight not only looks, but how it feels. It might also serve to bore some readers though, so let me know if I am going a little overboard on the details. But yeah, I really wanted to showcase to the readers just how badass of a fight Goblin Slayer is even though he is just a regular dude. Kind of like batman.
Now, as for Goblin Slayer. I don't know if you noticed, but this version of Goblin Slayer is a bit different from the one you know in the manga/anime. I could explain to you how and why, but that would spoil everything so you'll just have to continue reading to find out. Although I did drop a small hint back in chapter 1 as to the history of Goblin Slayer. It was just a really small by shiny hint though, so it's ok if you didn't.
Them thirsting a bit for Goblin Slayer is just my way of adding some spice into this story. Just as how there were a lot of women pining after him in his world, so will there be the same number here in this world. It's a blessing, or a curse, depending on how you'll see it. Could be both
As for Giselle, let's just say that you and all the other readers might start seeing her in a bit of a bad light after her little scene here. And I won't blame you if you do. Heck, even I was a bit surprised in how this chapter turned out, though it didn't feel at all bad. But still won't confirm or deny that she is in anyway related to Chaos, but I will say that she is a good person. :D Just bit on the dirty side, but still a good person.
I didn't like how the End Times happened as well, so I will be taking a few twists on how I think that whole event should play out. And for the Goblin Slayer having children… Well, it's still a long ways off until the End Times so, who knows, maybe along the way a few lucky ladies gets knocked up by the Gobbo Slayer. We'll see.
Rook435: Thanks, glad to know you like it. Now, from what I understand, in Goblin Slayer's world, gunpowder and gunpowder weapons haven't been invented yet. Or at least, Goblin Slayer still hasn't come across it yet. But I could be wrong, since I only read up to volume 6 of the light novels so my info might be outdated. So for now, gunpowder and gunpowdered weapons will be a new idea for GS. But that will slowly change as this story continues.
As for him getting a his own crew similar to canon or maybe something similar to the Ubersreik Five. All I can say that he will have a little bit of both. And then some more. Much more. You'll understand later on.
NEETsoc: How indeed? :D Hopefully this chapter would give you a little bit more insight about that.
Guest: Wish granted buddy.
micelzod: You know, that might actually happen. Considering the timeline I made for his story, chances are good that Goblin Slayer might just end up running into our dynamic duo. We'll see.
And that's all for now. I hope you'll all enjoy this latest chapter. Let me know what you guys think. Send me you're reviews. Any comments or suggestions, just send them my way..
Until next time. John out :D