Greed and Fool were the first to take flight.
Their filthy, black wings pushed the mist aside with every flap.
The goblins, who had been hiding comfortably in the holes along the upper cliffs of the valley, suddenly saw the massive shadow of the two Fallen above them.
"Graaahhsh!" Fool, with a hysterical laugh, grabbed the first goblin by the collar and yanked him out of the hole like a rag doll.
"Don't! You damn flying dog—ugh!" The goblin's short legs flailed in the air.
At the same time, Greed dove toward another group of goblins with shining eyes.
His claws, like black sickles, ripped two more goblins from their places.
Further below, two other Fallen were mercilessly tearing through the goblins who tried to leap out of the mist and escape.
At first, the goblins tried to fight back—but when they realized they were no match, they quickly opted for a strategic retreat.
As the old saying goes, if you can't beat your enemy, run.
