Differences in The Wandering Inn 2.27 G
- and the Chieftain’s head twisted.
He saw another group of equal side emerging from the left.
- A hundred,
Fifty more Goblin.
- A hundred and fifty,
The Gold Rock tribe might be surrounded,
- but they could still bunch up and break out in any direction if need be.
- She watched as the Chieftain fell,
and wondered if he’s survive the bolt.
If his Tribe surrendered quickly enough ,they might be able to get a potion down to him.
- She had more than a few healing potions on her belt and in her tribe’s grasp,
- The Red Fang tribe was calling all the other tribes together,
perhaps to absorbed them,
- but at the very least to come after her.
- they had to be used well or they would be lost,
much like a Queen ina game of chess.
- and Rags’ was in her throat and beating out of control.
She stared up at the leader of the Red Hand Tribe and saw only strength.
The blow broke the Hobs’ shield and cut through his armor.
- Rags stared as the Gold Stone Chieftain fell,
And the Red Fang Chieftain slice off the top of his head.
- It was a smooth swing that didn’t even slow as it cut the Goblin’s skull open.
- The arrowhead snapped off as it hit his skin,
and Rags realized he has some kind of skill.
- He swung backwards and delivered a backhanded punch to a Hob that floored the other Goblin.
- her Goblins were screaming and trying to fight off the wolf riders who had charged into their ranks.
Clay bullet sand arrows broke or bounced off the Goblin warrior’s armor and the Carn Wolves’ hide.
- Each Red Fang warrior fought with a ferocity and speed of a Hob,
- But she could sense the Red Fang’s Chieftain was still nearby.
He had promised to show her how weak he was?
- What did he mean by that?
It was the effect they were having on her tribes’ morale,
- and worse,
- It took Rags a long time for her beating heart to cease.
She left the Hobs’ body where it lay;
- they might use it as food,
- both Chieftains stared into each other’s eyes and for a second,
their hearts beat as once.
- They heard the voice echoing in their souls as they struggled for purchase on the slippery ground,
in each beat of their hearts as their struck at each other.
The voices in Rags head urged her on as she raised her sword,
- and she knew the Chieftain could hear the same words.
- eyes fixed on her face.
But then taller Goblin grinned,
- and winced as flesh began to grow around his lips.