"Trap!"
A deep rumble vibrated through the cavern floor. Dust and small pebbles rained from above. Soomin wanted to run, to help, to do something, but her legs refused to move.
WHOOSH!
Thick rope nets dropped from hidden alcoves in the ceiling, engulfing Raphael in their sticky embrace. He roared in frustration, his muscular frame instantly entangled in the crude but effective bindings.
"What the—get this off me!" Raphael thrashed wildly, his rage escalating with each failed attempt to break free.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
The distinctive sound of darts cutting through air snapped Soomin's attention to the surrounding shadows. Yellow eyes gleamed from hidden alcoves as tiny, gnarled hands steadied primitive blowguns. The goblins weren't aiming for Raphael. They were targeting everyone else.
A dart embedded itself in Juan's shoulder with a soft thud. He glanced at it with mild annoyance, as if someone had merely tapped him rudely.
