Sweat trickled down my back under the heavy plate mail, the kind that chafes if you don't keep moving... So that's what we did. We continued out of the battle arena and continued deeper into the cave. The air in this dungeon reeked of damp stone and something sharper, like burnt meat mixed with rot. Signs that the goblins lived here. The echoes of our fight had stirred up trouble, and now we could hear the chittering voices bouncing off the walls, getting louder by the second.
The horde came rushing out of the shadows like a green tide. At least two dozen goblins, maybe more, their beady eyes glowing with that feral hate. They were scrawny things, but there were so many, armed with jagged knives, clubs, and a couple of rusty spears. One squealed something in their guttural tongue and pointed right at us, and they all charged.
"Here we go,"I muttered, planting my feet.
