"Huh? Village... goblins...?"
Goblinda frowned; She clearly was putting effort into attempting to recall what the talking cat spoke of... But it seemed mostly for naught. Despite her pondering, she came up with nothing; Not even the slightest inkling that correlated the cat-not-cat's story. While she thought, kitty still in hand, Linda tapped her chin a bit as well, thinking on Morthil's question. She'd recovered enough of her poise in spite of everything to shake off the feeling of dread that had nearly devoured her earlier.
"Your village... ah, you mean the one that Goblinda escaped with you from, I take it. Where you'd been resting... Well..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then braced herself for the news she had to deliver in regards to it. "I... fear I don't exactly have 'good' news. Word by courier reached Ketra yesterday morning of a village some half-day's journey from here, near the mountain's base... Or rather, what was a village. Sounded like the entire town was razed to the ground-- strangely enough, in a mix of red and green flames. There were... no survivors, as far as I know." She explained, sorrow in her words as she tried to lessen the blow to the poor man as best she could.
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She hurt. Her arms hurt. Her head hurt. Her legs hurt. Everything hurt. Accured flames and the soot of charred bodies filled her lungs. Singed her eyes. She couldn't stop the bleeding from her forehead, which further impaired her vision-- Nor could she stop the pulsing wound on her chest, which stained her platinum armor blood red. Yet her spear parried yet another blow from the massive battleaxe of an opponent she was too blinded to clearly see-- her ears serving her well even amidst the crackling flames and the uneven footing.
"Hah... hah... DAMN YOU! FALL!!!" Roared a dangerous, powerful voice, unfamiliar to her. Even through her blurred vision, the burst of green flames which suddenly flared forth were still plain to see-- A nimble leap to her right to evade them, then a dash forward from the very air she'd leapt into. Her spear was poised to pierce directly through her foe's chest-- a matching wound for the one he'd given her while protecting the kitten. He had no other choice-- Releasing his axe, he caught the incoming spear with both hands, just before it ripped through his chest. She wounded him all the same-- she could feel the blade puncture something, at least-- but it was a shallow wound. He yet remained standing and, with herculean force, swung her by her own weapon before releasing the spear, along with her, and sending both into a burning pile of debris-- the remains of a home, most like.
Good. He'd thrown her away from the kitten. He yet approached, having recovered his battleaxe. Though she could barely stand-- barely breathe-- she smiled. She would've been really sad if the kitten's fur had gotten burned.
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"Ugh!"
Morthil found sudden freedom; The goblin that'd been holding him suddenly released him, as if shocked by lightning. Not even a moment later, she'd crumbled to her knees, clutching her head in pain as if a seething red blade had stabbed right through her skull. "L-Lin!? What's wrong?" The brunette stuttered, her heart set to racing once more as she quickly moved to the Goblin's side, attempting to steady her a bit on her knees. "I... My head..." The red-headed goblin muttered, before attempting to shrug off the effects of her sudden migraine... if it could be called that.
"Your head...? Could... Could your memory loss be related to some kind of physical trauma after all?"
Goblinda frowned; She clearly was putting effort into attempting to recall what the talking cat spoke of... But it seemed mostly for naught. Despite her pondering, she came up with nothing; Not even the slightest inkling that correlated the cat-not-cat's story. While she thought, kitty still in hand, Linda tapped her chin a bit as well, thinking on Morthil's question. She'd recovered enough of her poise in spite of everything to shake off the feeling of dread that had nearly devoured her earlier.
"Your village... ah, you mean the one that Goblinda escaped with you from, I take it. Where you'd been resting... Well..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then braced herself for the news she had to deliver in regards to it. "I... fear I don't exactly have 'good' news. Word by courier reached Ketra yesterday morning of a village some half-day's journey from here, near the mountain's base... Or rather, what was a village. Sounded like the entire town was razed to the ground-- strangely enough, in a mix of red and green flames. There were... no survivors, as far as I know." She explained, sorrow in her words as she tried to lessen the blow to the poor man as best she could.
~~~
She hurt. Her arms hurt. Her head hurt. Her legs hurt. Everything hurt. Accured flames and the soot of charred bodies filled her lungs. Singed her eyes. She couldn't stop the bleeding from her forehead, which further impaired her vision-- Nor could she stop the pulsing wound on her chest, which stained her platinum armor blood red. Yet her spear parried yet another blow from the massive battleaxe of an opponent she was too blinded to clearly see-- her ears serving her well even amidst the crackling flames and the uneven footing.
"Hah... hah... DAMN YOU! FALL!!!" Roared a dangerous, powerful voice, unfamiliar to her. Even through her blurred vision, the burst of green flames which suddenly flared forth were still plain to see-- A nimble leap to her right to evade them, then a dash forward from the very air she'd leapt into. Her spear was poised to pierce directly through her foe's chest-- a matching wound for the one he'd given her while protecting the kitten. He had no other choice-- Releasing his axe, he caught the incoming spear with both hands, just before it ripped through his chest. She wounded him all the same-- she could feel the blade puncture something, at least-- but it was a shallow wound. He yet remained standing and, with herculean force, swung her by her own weapon before releasing the spear, along with her, and sending both into a burning pile of debris-- the remains of a home, most like.
Good. He'd thrown her away from the kitten. He yet approached, having recovered his battleaxe. Though she could barely stand-- barely breathe-- she smiled. She would've been really sad if the kitten's fur had gotten burned.
~~~
"Ugh!"
Morthil found sudden freedom; The goblin that'd been holding him suddenly released him, as if shocked by lightning. Not even a moment later, she'd crumbled to her knees, clutching her head in pain as if a seething red blade had stabbed right through her skull. "L-Lin!? What's wrong?" The brunette stuttered, her heart set to racing once more as she quickly moved to the Goblin's side, attempting to steady her a bit on her knees. "I... My head..." The red-headed goblin muttered, before attempting to shrug off the effects of her sudden migraine... if it could be called that.
"Your head...? Could... Could your memory loss be related to some kind of physical trauma after all?"